| Call up Trudy on the telephone
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| Send a letter in the mail
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| Tell her I’m hung up in Dallas
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| And they won’t let me outta this jail
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| And if she asks you how I’m fairing
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| Tell her I’m just about to lose my mind
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| Worried about old Johnny Lee Walker
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| And the girl I left behind
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| Now Johnny Lee Walker was a card mechanic
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| Had a hand for trouble and a eye for cash
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| Luckiest man in Dallas County
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| He had a gold watch chain and a black mustache
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| And he loved his whiskey and he loved his women
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| Drove a big long Cadillac limosine
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| Kept a big fine fancy townhouse in Dallas
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| And a hotel suite in New Orleans
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| Carried a switchblade knife in his left hip pocket
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| And a 44 hog leg up under his coat
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| Cut you down in a New York minute
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| If he catch you cheating that was all she wrote
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| So call up Trudy on the telephone
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| Send her a letter in the mail
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| Tell her I’m hung up in Dallas
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| And they won’t let me outta this jail
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| If she asks you how I’m fairing
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| Tell her I’m just about to lose my mind
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| Worried about old Johnny Lee Walker
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| And the girl I left behind
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| I just got to town last Friday evening
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| Sure as hell didn’t mean to stay
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| I was on my way back to Louisiana
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| Had a powerful thirst and six months pay
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| I met a peroxide blonde in a bar on D-ville
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| I was flying high and feeling mean
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| Poured down a bottle and a half of red eye
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| I dropped 35 dollars in the slot machine
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| And the boys in the back was dealing 7 card
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| I set down and won me a 110
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| I was raking in chips like Grant took Richmond
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| Till big Johnny Lee come a strolling in He ripped off the bar like a 707
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| Pretty soon he done won all of my bread
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| I accused him of cheating he reached for a pistol
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| I grabbed a chair and went upside of his head
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| Then I took off a running like a motorcycle
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| Heard the bullets whining and sirens wail
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| But it took half the cops in Dallas County
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| Just to put one coon *** boy in jail
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| So call up Trudy on the telephone
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| Send her a letter in the mail
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| Tell her I’m hung up in Dallas
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| And they won’t let me outta this jail
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| And if she asks you how I’m fairing
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| Tell her I’m just about to lose my mind
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| Worried about old Johnny Lee Walker
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| And the girl I left behind |