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Charlie Daniels( The Charlie Daniels Band )
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Trudy
Lyricist:Charlie Daniels
Call up Trudy on the telephone, send a letter in the mail Tell I'm hung up in Dallas, they won't let me out of 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
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 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 forty-four 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 I'm hung up in Dallas, they won't let me out of 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 blond in a bar on D-ville Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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 dealing seven card I set down and won me a hundred and ten I was raking in chips like Grant took Richmond Till big Johnny Lee come a strolling in
He ripped off the table like a seven O seven 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 ass boy in jail
So call up Trudy on the telephone, send her a letter in the mail Tell I'm hung up in Dallas, and 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 Tell I'm hung up in Dallas, they won't let me out of 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
So call up Trudy on the telephone, send her a letter in the mail
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