"Trudy" lyrics
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 fairin'
Tell her I'm just about to lose my mind
Worried about old Johnny Lee Walker
And the girl I left behind
Now, John Lee Walker was a card mechanic
He 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 limousine
Kept a big, fine, fancy townhouse in Dallas
Had a hotel suite in New Orleans
Kept a switchblade knife in his left hip pocket
And a .44 hog-leg up under his coat
He'd 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 here in Dallas
They won't let me out of this jail
And if she asks you how I'm fairin'
Tell her I'm just about to lose my mind
Worried about old Johnny Lee Walker
And the girl I left behind
I just hit town last Friday evening
Sure as hell didn't mean to stay
I was on my way back to Louisiana
I had a powerful thirst and six months pay
I met a peroxide blonde in a bar on Deep Elm
I was flyin' high and feelin' mean
I 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-dealin' seven card
I set down and won me a hundred and ten
I was raking in chips like Grant took Richmond
'Til big John Lee come strolling in
He ripped off the table like a 707
Pretty soon, he done won all of my bread
I accused him of cheatin', he reached for a pistol
I grabbed a chair, and I went upside of his head
And I took off a-runnin' like a motorcycle
Mm, I heard the bullets whinin' and the sirens wail
It took half the cops in Dallas County
Just to put one 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 here in Dallas
And they won't let me out of this jail
And if she asks you how I'm fairin'
Tell her I'm just about to lose my mind
Worried about old Johnny Lee Walker
And the girl I left behind
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)
Tell her I'm hung up here in Dallas (Tell her I'm hung up here in Dallas)
They won't let me out of this jail
And if she asks you how I'm fairin' (And if she asks you how I'm fairin')
Tell her I'm just about to lose my mind (Tell her I'm just about to lose my mind)
Worried about old Johnny Lee Walker
And the girl I left behind
Yeah, Danny
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 fairin'
Tell her I'm just about to lose my mind
Worried about old Johnny Lee Walker
And the girl I left behind
Now, John Lee Walker was a card mechanic
He 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 limousine
Kept a big, fine, fancy townhouse in Dallas
Had a hotel suite in New Orleans
Kept a switchblade knife in his left hip pocket
And a .44 hog-leg up under his coat
He'd 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 here in Dallas
They won't let me out of this jail
And if she asks you how I'm fairin'
Tell her I'm just about to lose my mind
Worried about old Johnny Lee Walker
And the girl I left behind
I just hit town last Friday evening
Sure as hell didn't mean to stay
I was on my way back to Louisiana
I had a powerful thirst and six months pay
I met a peroxide blonde in a bar on Deep Elm
I was flyin' high and feelin' mean
I 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-dealin' seven card
I set down and won me a hundred and ten
I was raking in chips like Grant took Richmond
'Til big John Lee come strolling in
He ripped off the table like a 707
Pretty soon, he done won all of my bread
I accused him of cheatin', he reached for a pistol
I grabbed a chair, and I went upside of his head
And I took off a-runnin' like a motorcycle
Mm, I heard the bullets whinin' and the sirens wail
It took half the cops in Dallas County
Just to put one 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 here in Dallas
And they won't let me out of this jail
And if she asks you how I'm fairin'
Tell her I'm just about to lose my mind
Worried about old Johnny Lee Walker
And the girl I left behind
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)
Tell her I'm hung up here in Dallas (Tell her I'm hung up here in Dallas)
They won't let me out of this jail
And if she asks you how I'm fairin' (And if she asks you how I'm fairin')
Tell her I'm just about to lose my mind (Tell her I'm just about to lose my mind)
Worried about old Johnny Lee Walker
And the girl I left behind
Yeah, Danny
