Testo Trudy

Call up Trudy on the telephone
Send her a letter in the mail
And 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
Worrying about old Johnny Lee Walker
And the girl I left behind
John Lee Walker was a car mechanic
Had a hand for trouble and a eye for cash
The luckiest man in Dallas County
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

Kept a switchblade knife in his left hip pocket
And a .44 hog leg up under his coat
"I'll cut you down in a New York minute
If I catch you cheating", that was all she wrote
So call up Trudy on the telephone
Send her a letter in the mail
And 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
Worrying about old Johnny Lee Walker
And the girl I left behind

I just got to town last Friday evening
I sure as hell didn't mean to stay
I was on my way back to Louisiana
Had a powerful thirst and six months pay
Met a peroxide blonde in a bar on Deep Ellum
I was flying high and feeling mean
Poured down a bottle and a half a red eye
And dropped thirty five dollars in the slot machine

And the boys in the back was a-dealing seven cards
I sat down and won me a hundred and ten
Oh I was raking in chips like Grant took Richmond
Till big Johnny Lee came a-strolling in
And he ripped off 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 I went upside of his head
Then I took off and running like a motorcycle
I heard the bullets whining in the sirens wail
But 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
And 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
Worrying about old Johnny Lee Walker
And the girl I left behind

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
Worrying about old Johnny Lee Walker
And the girl I left behind