Trudy Lyrics

Trudy lyrics

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 red-dogged 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 this coon ass 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