(Gibbons, Hill, Beard)
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