Trudy Karaoke - The Charlie Daniels Band

This title is a cover of Trudy as made famous by The Charlie Daniels Band

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About

With backing vocals (with or without vocals in the KFN version)

Tempo: variable (around 102 BPM)

In the same key as the original: A

Duration: 04:54 - Preview at: 01:30

Release date: 1970
Genres: Rock, Blues, In English
Original songwriter: Charlie Daniels

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Lyrics Trudy

Call up Trudy on the telephone
Send a letter in the mail
Tell her I'm hung up in Dallas
They won't let me out of this jail
And if she asks you how
I'm fairin' tell her I'm just about to lose my mind
Worried about old Johnny Lee Walker and the girl I left behind
Now John 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 moustache
And he loved his whiskey and he loved his women
Drove a big long
Cadillac limousine
Kept a big, fine fancy town house in Dallas and a hotel suite in New Orleans
Carried a switchblade knife in his left hip pocket and a forty-four hog leg up under his coat
Cut you down in a New York minute
If he catch you cheatin' that was all she wrote
So call up Trudy on the telephone
Send a letter in the mail
Tell her I'm hung up in Dallas
They won't let me out of this jail
And if she asks you how
I'm fairin' 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 evenin'
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 flyin' high and feelin' mean
Poured down a bottle and a half of Red Eye
I dropped thirty-five dollars in the slot machine
And the boys in the back was a-dealin' seven card
I sat down and won me a hundred and ten
I was rakin' in chips like Grant took Richmond 'till big John Lee come a-strollin' in
He ripped off the table like a Seven-O-Seven
Pretty soon he done won all of my bread
I accused him of cheatin'
He reached for a pistol
I grabbed a chair and went upside of his head
Then I took off a-runnin' like a motorcycle on foot, foot
Heard the bullets whinin' and 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 a letter in the mail
Tell her I'm hung up in Dallas
They won't let me out of this jail
And if she asks you how
I'm fairin' tell her I'm just about to lose my mind
Worried about old Johnny Lee Walker and the girl I left behind
Call up Trudy on the telephone
Send a letter in the mail
Tell her I'm hung up in Dallas
They won't let me out of this jail
And if she asks you how
I'm fairin' tell her I'm just about to lose my mind
Worried about old Johnny Lee Walker and the girl I left behind
So call up Trudy on the telephone
Send a letter in the mail
A letter in the mail

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