Charlie Daniels — Trudy

[Chorus] Call up Trudy on the telephone Send a letter in the mail Tell her I'm hung up in Dallas They won't let me out of 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 [Verse 1] Now John 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 moustache And he loved his whiskey and he loved his women Drove a big long Cadillac limousine Kept a big, fine, fancy town house in Dallas And a hotel suite in New Orleans Carried a switch-blade 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 [Chorus] So call up Trudy on the telephone Send her a letter in the mail Tell her I'm hung up in Dallas They won't let me out of 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 [Verse 2] 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 thirty-five dollars in the slot machine And the boys in the back was a-dealing seven card I sat down and won me a hundred and ten I was raking in chips like Grant took Richmond 'Til big John Lee come a strolling in 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 went upside of his head Then I took off a-running like a motorcycle Heard the bullets whining and the sirens wail But it took half the cops in Dallas County Just to put one coon-ass boy in jail [Chorus] So call up Trudy on the telephone Send a letter in the mail Tell her I'm hung up in Dallas They won't let me out of 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 Call up Trudy on the telephone Send a letter in the mail Tell her I'm hung up in Dallas They won't let me out of 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 A letter in the mail