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Intro/Chorus
Call up Trudy on the [D]telephone
Send a letter in the [A]mail
Tell her I'm hung up in [E]Dallas
And they won't let outta this [A]jail
And if she asks you how I'm [D]fairing
Tell her I'm just about to lose my [A]mind
Worried about old Johnny Lee [E]Walker
And the girl I left behin[A]d
Chorus
Now Johnny Lee Walker was a card [D]mechanic
Had a hand for trouble and a eye for c[A]ash
Luckiest man in Dallas C[E]ounty
He had a gold watch chain and a black [A]mustache
And he loved his whiskey and he loved his [D]women
Drove a big long Cadillac lim[A]osine
Kept a big fine fancy townhouse in D[E]allas
And a hotel suite in New O[A]rleans
Carried a switchblade knife in his left hip [D]pocket
And a 44 hog leg up under his c[A]oat
Cut you down in a New York mi[E]nute
If he catch you cheating that was all she wr[A]ote
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 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 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
Intro/Chorus
Call up Trudy on the [D]telephone
Send a letter in the [A]mail
Tell her I'm hung up in [E]Dallas
And they won't let outta this [A]jail
And if she asks you how I'm [D]fairing
Tell her I'm just about to lose my [A]mind
Worried about old Johnny Lee [E]Walker
And the girl I left behin[A]d
Chorus
Now Johnny Lee Walker was a card [D]mechanic
Had a hand for trouble and a eye for c[A]ash
Luckiest man in Dallas C[E]ounty
He had a gold watch chain and a black [A]mustache
And he loved his whiskey and he loved his [D]women
Drove a big long Cadillac lim[A]osine
Kept a big fine fancy townhouse in D[E]allas
And a hotel suite in New O[A]rleans
Carried a switchblade knife in his left hip [D]pocket
And a 44 hog leg up under his c[A]oat
Cut you down in a New York mi[E]nute
If he catch you cheating that was all she wr[A]ote
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 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 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
