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 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 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 ass 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      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      So call up Trudy on the telephone   Send her a letter in the mail