Trudy

Call up Trudy on the telephone
 Send a letter in the mail
 Tell her I'm hung up in Dallas
 And they won't let me outta this jail
 And if she asks you how I'm fairing
 Tell her I'm just about to lose my mind
 Worried about old Johnny Lee Walker
 And the girl I left behind
 Now Johnny Lee Walker was a card mechanic
 Had a hand for trouble and a eye for cash
 Luckiest man in Dallas County
 He had a gold watch chain and a black mustache
 And he loved his whiskey and he loved his women
 Drove a big long Cadillac limosine
 Kept a big fine fancy townhouse in Dallas
 And a hotel suite in New Orleans
 Carried a switchblade knife in his left hip pocket
 And a .44 hog leg up under his coat
 Cut you down in a New York minute
 If he catch you cheating that was all she wrote
 So call up Trudy on the telephone
 Send her a letter in the mail
 Tell her I'm hung up in Dallas
 And they won't let me outta this jail
 If she asks you how I'm fairing
 Tell her I'm just about to lose my mind
 Worried about old Johnny Lee Walker
 And the girl I left behind
 I just got to town last Friday evening
 Sure as hell didn't mean to stay
 I was on my way back to Louisiana
 Had a powerful thirst and six months pay
 I met a peroxide blonde in a bar on D-ville
 I was flying high and feeling mean
 Poured down a bottle and a half of red eye
 I dropped 35 dollars in the slot machine
 And the boys in the back was dealing 7 card
 I set down and won me a 110
 I was raking in chips like Grant took Richmond
 Till big Johnny Lee come a strolling in
 He ripped off the table like a 707
 Pretty soon he done won all of my bread
 I accused him of cheating he reached for a pistol
 I grabbed a chair and went upside of his head
 Then I took off a running like a motorcycle
 Heard the bullets whining and sirens wail
 But it took half the cops in Dallas County
 Just to put one coolest boy in jail
 
 So call up Trudy on the telephone
 Send her a letter in the mail
 Tell her I'm hung up in Dallas
 And they won't let me outta this jail
 And if she asks you how I'm fairing
 Tell her I'm just about to lose my mind
 Worried about old Johnny Lee Walker
 And the girl I left behind
 So call up Trudy on the telephone
 Send her a letter in the mail
 Tell her I'm hung up in Dallas
 And they won't let me outta this jail
 And if she asks you how I'm fairing
 Tell her I'm just about to lose my mind
 Worried about old Johnny Lee Walker
 And the girl I left behind