Lyrics:

(Gibbons, Hill, Beard) 3:07Somebody breathin' down my neckWhile I'm tryin' to roll the bonesI don't care I'll just float a checkCause I'm feelin' my gamblin' JonesHere come seven, gimme eleven come againLove to hideout where I am my own best friendThere's crazy little Linda LouWith the long and lanky legsNobody do it like Linda doAt these backwoods lone star dregsLike I told you, head out FM 92Roll in slowly, you'll be safer if you doIf you don't know what I'm talkin' aboutLet me ease your worried mindIt's the place to go without a doubtBut it's a little bit hard to findBack in the timber, once you're thereYou'll wanna stayGet loose and limber anytime night or dayJust remember, ask for the Avalon hideaway