Trudy (feat. Randy Houser)

Call up Trudy on the telephone

Send her a letter in the mail

And 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

John Lee Walker was a car 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

"I'll 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

And 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

I just got to town last Friday evening

I sure as hell didn't mean to stay

I was on my way back to Louisiana

Had a powerful thirst and six months pay

Met a peroxide blonde in a bar on Deville

I was flying high and feeling mean

Poured down a bottle and a half a red eye

I dropped thirty-five dollars in the slot machine

And the boys in the back was a-dealing seven cards

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

And he ripped off 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 I went upside of his head

Then I took off and running like a motorcycle

I heard the bullets whining in the 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

And 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

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

音频助理 : Jeremy Brown

音频工程师 : T.W. Cargile

原声吉他 : Jamey Johnson

钢琴 : Jim "Moose" Brown

高音萨克斯 : Jimmy Bowland

小号 : Mart Avant

电吉他 : James Mitchell

母带工程师 : Randy Leroy

萨克斯 : Dick Aven