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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Randy Houser
Vocals
Jamey Johnson
Vocals
Jimmy Bowland
Baritone Saxophone
Kevin "Swine" Grantt
Bass
Chris Powell
Drums
James Mitchell
Electric Guitar
Jim "Moose" Brown
Piano
Dick Aven
Saxophone
Cowboy Eddie Long
Steel Guitar
Mart Avant
Trumpet
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Charlie Daniels
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
T.W. Cargile
Mixing Engineer
Randy Leroy
Mastering Engineer
The Kent Hardly Playboys
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
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 faring
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 car mechanic
He had a hand for trouble and an eye for cash
Luckiest man in Dallas county
He had a gold watch chain and a black mustache
[Verse 2]
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
[Verse 3]
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
[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
If she asks you how I'm faring
Tell her I'm just about to lose my mind
Worrying about old Johnny Lee Walker
And the girl I left behind
[Verse 4]
I just got to town last Friday evening
And I sure as hell didn't mean to stay
I was on my way back to Louisiana
I had a powerful thirst and six months pay
[Verse 5]
I met a peroxide blonde in a bar on d'ville
I was flying high, and feeling mean
I poured down a bottle and a half of Red Eye
I dropped thirty-five dollars in the slot machine
[Verse 6]
And the boys in the back was dealing seven card
I sat down and won me a hundred and ten
Oh, I was raking in chips like Grant took Richmond
Till big Johnny Lee came a strolling in
[Verse 7]
And he ripped off the table like a 707
Pretty soon, he'd 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
[Verse 8]
Then I took off a running like a motorcycle
I heard the bullets whining, and sirens wail
But it took half the cops in Dallas county
Just to put one coonass boy in jail
[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 of this jail
And if she asks you how I'm faring
Tell her I'm just about to lose my mind
Worrying about old Johnny Lee Walker
And the girl I left behind
[Outro]
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 of this jail
And if she asks you how I'm faring
Tell her I'm just about to lose my mind
Worrying about old Johnny Lee Walker
And the girl I left behind
Written by: Charlie Daniels