Tom T. Hall – The Adventures Of Linda Bohannon (Guitar)

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In a town about the size of a truck-stop or bigger

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Lived Linda Bohannon, a natural queen

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She lived with her folks in a little white farmhouse

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She helped out by hoeing the corn and the beans

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Sometimes she would stare at herself in a mirror

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And any would say, there was much to admire

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Every turn of the curve of her body was flawless

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From pretty white teeth to her shiny blond hair

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One day, as she stood by the road leading Westward

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In blue jeans and t-shirt and mail-order boots

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The tractors and trailers and pick-ups, saw Linda

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The drivers all slowed down to holler and hoot

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They received, not a smile from miss Linda Bohannon

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No bag and no brush did she hold in her hand

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Just Linda Bohannon, a physical treasure

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Stepped into a light-blue Mercedes Benz

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And this is one of those times

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That we wish we knew the missing parts to these stories

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But this is all we know

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She was missing a week and her parents were worried

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She called Sunday morning and said, "I'm okay"

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Well, Bohannons don't talk much, but we found out later

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She called from a movie star's house in L.A

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She's home now and been here for six years or seven

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She brought home a baby, a fine-looking lad

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Well Bohannons don't talk much, and Linda don't either

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And nobody told us a thing about his dad

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Well she's pretty as ever and she works in a gift shop

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Looks after her boy and she don't ask for help

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She watches the re-runs of an old TV western

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And the boy looks a lot like a re-run himself