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Call up Trudy on the telephone |
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Send a letter in the mail |
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Tell her, |
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I'm hung up in |
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DallasAnd they won't let me outta this jail |
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And if she asks you how |
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I'm fairing |
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Tell her, |
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I'm just about to lose my mind |
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Worried about old |
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Johnny Lee |
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WalkerAnd the girl |
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I left behind |
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Now Johnny |
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Lee Walker was a card mechanic |
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Had a hand for trouble and a eye for cash |
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Luckiest man in |
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Dallas County |
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He had a gold watch chain and a black mustache |
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And he loved his whiskey and he loved his women |
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Drove a big long |
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Cadillac limousine |
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Kept a big fine fancy townhouse in |
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DallasAnd a hotel suite in |
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New Orleans |
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Carried a switchblade knife in his left hip pocket |
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And a 44 hog leg up under his coat |
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Cut you down in a |
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New York minute |
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If he catch you cheating that was all she wrote |
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So call up |
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Trudy on the telephone |
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Send her a letter in the mail |
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Tell her, |
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I'm hung up in |
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DallasAnd they won't let me outta this jail |
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If she asks you how |
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I'm fairing |
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Tell her, |
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I'm just about to lose my mind |
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Worried about old |
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Johnny Lee |
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WalkerAnd the girl |
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I left behind |
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I just got to town last |
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Friday evening |
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Sure as hell didn't mean to stay |
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I was on my way back to |
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LouisianaHad a powerful thirst and six months pay |
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I met a peroxide blonde in a bar on |
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D-villeI was flying high and feeling mean |
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Poured down a bottle and a half of red eye |
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I dropped 35 dollars in the slot machine |
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And the boys in the back was dealing 7 card |
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I set down and won me a 110 |
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I was raking in chips like |
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Grant took |
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RichmondTill big |
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Johnny Lee come a strolling in |
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He ripped off the bar like a 707 |
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Pretty soon he done won all of my bread |
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I accused him of cheating he reached for a pistol |
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I grabbed a chair and went upside of his head |
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Then I took off a running like a motorcycle |
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Heard the bullets whining and sirens wail |
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But it took half the cops in |
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Dallas County |
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Just to put one coon ass boy in jail |
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So call up |
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Trudy on the telephone |
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Send her a letter in the mail |
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Tell her, |
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I'm hung up in |
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DallasAnd they won't let me outta this jail |
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And if she asks you how |
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I'm fairing |
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Tell her, |
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I'm just about to lose my mind |
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Worried about old |
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Johnny Lee |
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WalkerAnd the girl |
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I left behind |
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So call up |
|
Trudy on the telephone |
|
Send her a letter in the mail |
|
Tell her, |
|
I'm hung up in |
|
DallasAnd they won't let me outta this jail |
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And if she asks you how |
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I'm fairing |
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Tell her, |
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I'm just about to lose my mind |
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Worried about old |
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Johnny Lee |
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WalkerAnd the girl |
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I left behind |
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So call up |
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Trudy on the telephone |
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Send her a letter in the mail |
