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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 'cause the cops ain't comin' down to
Jacksboro Highway, Jacksboro Highway
Jacksboro Highway, there's always something goin' down
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 ? 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 'cause the cops ain't comin' to
Jacksboro Highway, Jacksboro Highway
Jacksboro Highway, there's always something goin' down