Trudy

The Hit Crew2013年1月29日

Lyrics

 

Trudy (特魯迪) - The Hit Crew

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 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 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 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 a** 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

 

So call up Trudy on the telephone

 

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