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Call up Trudy on the telephone Send her a letter in the mail And 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 Worrying about old Johnny Lee Walker And the girl I left behind John Lee Walker was a car mechanic Had a hand for trouble and a eye for cash The luckiest man in Dallas County 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 Kept a switchblade knife in his left hip pocket And a .44 hog leg up under his coat "I'll cut you down in a New York minute If I catch you cheating", that was all she wrote So call up Trudy on the telephone Send her a letter in the mail And tell her I'm hung up in Dallas Letras de cancionesAnd 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 Worrying about old Johnny Lee Walker And the girl I left behind I just got to town last Friday evening I sure as hell didn't mean to stay I was on my way back to Louisiana Had a powerful thirst and six months pay Met a peroxide blonde in a bar on Deep Ellum I was flying high and feeling mean Poured down a bottle and a half a red eye And dropped thirty five dollars in the slot machine And the boys in the back was a-dealing seven cards I sat down and won me a hundred and ten Oh I was raking in chips like Grant took Richmond Till big Johnny Lee came a-strolling in And he ripped off the table 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 I went upside of his head Then I took off and running like a motorcycle I heard the bullets whining in 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 her a letter in the mail And 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 Worrying about old Johnny Lee Walker And the girl I left behind 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 Worrying about old Johnny Lee Walker And the girl I left behind From Letras Mania