Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Trudy , by - Charlie Daniels. Song from the album Charlie Daniels, in the genre КантриRelease date: 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 |