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Somebody breathin' down my neck
While I'm tryin' to roll the bones
I don't care I'll just float a check
Cause I'm feelin' my gamblin' Jones
Here come seven, gimme eleven come again
Love to hideout where I am my own best friend
There's crazy little Linda Lou
With the long and lanky legs
Nobody do it like Linda do
At these backwoods lone star dregs
Like I told you, head out FM 92
Roll in slowly, you'll be safer if you do
If you don't know what I'm talkin' about
Let me ease your worried mind
It's the place to go without a doubt
But it's a litlle bit hard to find
Back in the timber, once you're there
You'll wanna stay
Get loose and limber anytime night or day
Just remember, ask for the Avalon hideway
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