- Charlie Daniels Trudy 歌词
- Charlie Daniels
- Call up Trudy on the telephone
Send a letter in the mail
Tell her,
I'm hung up in
DallasAnd 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
WalkerAnd 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
DallasAnd 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
DallasAnd 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
WalkerAnd 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
LouisianaHad a powerful thirst and six months pay
I met a peroxide blonde in a bar on
D-villeI 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
RichmondTill 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
DallasAnd 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
WalkerAnd 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
DallasAnd 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
WalkerAnd the girl
I left behind
So call up
Trudy on the telephone
Send her a letter in the mail
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