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 little 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 hideaway