Karaoké Trudy The Charlie Daniels Band

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 fairin' tell her I'm just about to lose my mind

Worried about old Johnny Lee Walker and the girl I left behind

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 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 cheatin' that was all she wrote

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 fairin' 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 evenin'

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 flyin' high and feelin' 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-dealin' seven card

I sat down and won me a hundred and ten

I was rakin' in chips like Grant took Richmond 'till big John Lee come a-strollin' in

He ripped off the table like a Seven-O-Seven

Pretty soon he done won all of my bread

I accused him of cheatin'

He reached for a pistol

I grabbed a chair and went upside of his head

Then I took off a-runnin' like a motorcycle on foot, foot

Heard the bullets whinin' and the 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 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 fairin' 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 fairin' 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 a letter in the mail

A letter in the mail