Trudy (Live)

Call up Trudy on the telephone

Send a letter in the mail

Tell her

I'm hung up in

DallasAnd 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

WalkerAnd 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

DallasAnd 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

DallasAnd 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

WalkerAnd 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

LouisianaHad a powerful thirst and six months pay

I met a peroxide blonde in a bar on

D villeI 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

RichmondTill 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*s boy in jail

So call up

Trudy on the telephone

Send her a letter in the mail

Tell her

I'm hung up in

DallasAnd 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

WalkerAnd 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

DallasAnd 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

WalkerAnd the girl

I left behind

So call up

Trudy on the telephone

Send her a letter in the mail