Just outside of Fort Worth, Texas, one ninety-nine There's a rundown strip of night clubs, been there for a long, long time Get on, now, towards Jacksboro, do you see the neon flashin'? Hell, man, they got it all there, if you're lookin' for some action
They got the Craps game at the Black Cat, strip tease at the Duce And over at the Skyline, it's always loud and loose The winos bummin', the rich folks slummin' Watch out, man 'cos the cops ain't comin' down to
You better watch your back, boy, you better cover your bets The further down that road you go, the rougher it's gonna get
Remember standin' at the [Incomprehensible] lounge Broken glass and blood on the ground Better forget every thing you see Even if it's murder in the first degree
Out on Jacksboro Highway, Jacksboro Highway Out on Jacksboro Highway Always somethin' goin' down
The winos bummin', the rich folks slummin' Watch out, man 'cos the cops ain't comin' to
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