Trudy Lyrics - Charlie Daniels Band

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 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 limousine 

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 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 blond 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 thirty five dollars in the slot machine 

And the boys in the back was dealing seven 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 bar 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 coon 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 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