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 red-dogged 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 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 this 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