Trudy

Lyrics

[Chorus] Call up Trudy on the telephone Send her a letter in the mail Tell her I'm hung up here in Dallas And they won't let me out of 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 [Verse 1] Now John Lee Walker was a card mechanic Had a hand for trouble and a eye for cash Luckiest man in Dallas County Head a gold watch chain and a black mustache And he loved his whiskey and he loved his women Drove a thirty foot Cadillac limousine Kept a big, finе, fancy townhouse in Dallas And a hotel suite in Nеw Orleans Carried a switchblade knife in his left hip pocket 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 [Chorus] Call up Trudy on the telephone Send her a letter in the mail Tell her I'm hung up here in Dallas And they won't let me out of 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 [Verse 2] 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 Deep Elm I was flying high and feeling mean Poured down a bottle and a half of Red Eye I dropped thirty-five dollars in the slot machine And the boys in the back was a-dealing seven card I sat down and won me a hundred and ten I was raking in chips like Grant took Richmond 'Til big John 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 his 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 the sirens wail It took half the cops in Dallas County Just to put one coon-ass boy in jail [Chorus] Call up Trudy on the telephone Send her a letter in the mail Tell her I'm hung up here in Dallas And they won't let me out of 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 [Outro] Call up Trudy on the telephone (Call up Trudy on the telephone) Send her a letter in the mail (Send her a letter in the mail)