Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Trudy, artist - Charlie Daniels. Album song Charlie Daniels, in the genre Кантри
Date of issue: 31.12.1969
Record label: A Capitol Records Release
Song language: English
Trudy |
Call up Trudy on the telephone |
Send 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 |
Worried about old Johnny Lee Walker |
And 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 limosine |
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 fairing |
Tell her I’m just about to lose my mind |
Worried about old Johnny Lee Walker |
And 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 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 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 Richmond |
Till 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 *** 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 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 |