Lyrics:

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 limosine

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 *** 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