Trudy Jamey Johnson (Ft. Randy Houser)

[Chorus]
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
Worrying about old Johnny Lee Walker
And the girl I left behind

[Verse 1]
Now John Lee Walker was a card 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
He'll cut you down in a New York minute
If he catch you cheating that was all she wrote

[Chorus]
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
Worrying about old Johnny Lee Walker
And the girl I left behind