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Busted in Austin, walkin' around in a daze |
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I'm sittin' in a slammer lookin' out through these bars in a haze |
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But it'll all clear up in 11 months and 29 days |
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Keep the Lone Star cold, the dance floor hot while I'm gone |
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Keep the Lone Star cold, the dance floor hot while I'm gone |
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Keep your hands off my woman, I ain't gonna be gone that long |
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That old judge put a sledgehammer in my hand when he said |
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I'm gonna sent you to Huntsville, shave your face and your head |
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I'm doin' 11/29, boys with a cement floor for my bed |
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Busted in Austin walkin' around in a daze, yes, I was |
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Now I'm sittin' in a slammer lookin' out the bars through a haze |
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But it'll all clear up in 11 months and 29 days, hey Lord |
