Trudy (feat. Randy Houser)

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 faring

Tell her I'm just about to lose my mind

Worrying about old Johnny Lee Walker

And the girl I left behind

Now, John Lee Walker was a car mechanic

He had a hand for trouble and an 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 faring

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

And I 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 d'ville

I was flying high, and feeling 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 dealing seven card

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'd 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

I heard the bullets whining, and sirens wail

But it took half the cops in Dallas county

Just to put one coonass 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 of this jail

And if she asks you how I'm faring

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 of this jail

And if she asks you how I'm faring

Tell her I'm just about to lose my mind

Worrying about old Johnny Lee Walker

And the girl I left behind