Trudy Chords

Standard (EADGBE)

Intro

A↓ Blues Scale

Chorus

D7Call up Trudy on the telephone

Send a letter in the mailA7

Tell her I'm hung up in DE7allas

And they won't let me outta this A7jail

And if she asks you how I'm faD7iring

Tell her I'm just about to lose my A7mind

Worried about old Johnny Lee E7Walker

A7 A↓ Blues Scale

And the girl I left behind

Verse

D7Now Johnny Lee Walker was a card mechanic

Had a hand for trouble and an eye forA7 cash

Luckiest man in Dallas E7County

He had a gold watch chain and a black mousA7tache

And he loved his whiskey and he loved his D7women

Drove a big long Cadillac limouA7sine

Kept a big fine fancy townhouseE7 in Dallas

And a hotel suite in New OrA7leans

Carried a switchblade knife in his left hip D7pocket

And a 44 hog leg up under his A7coat

Cut you down in a New York E7minute

A7 A↓ Blues Scale

If he catch you cheating that was all she wrote

Chorus

D7Call up Trudy on the telephone

Send a letter in the mailA7

Tell her I'm hung up in DE7allas

And they won't let me outta this A7jail

And if she asks you how I'm D7fairing

Tell her I'm just about to lose my A7mind

Worried about old Johnny Lee E7Walker

A7 A↓ Blues Scale

And the girl I left behind

Verse

BassI just got to town lasD7t Friday evening

Sure as hell didn't mean to A7stay

I was on my way back to LouisiE7ana

Had a powerful thirst and six months A7pay

(+Guitar) D7

I met a peroxide blonde in a bar on D-ville

I was flying high and feeling meA7an

Poured down a bottle and a half of E7red eye

I dropped 35 dollars in the slot maA7chine

And the boys in the back was dealing D7seven card

I set down and won me a hundred and A7ten

I was raking in chips like Grant took E7Richmond

Till big Johnny Lee come a strolling A7in

He ripped off the table like a 70D77

Pretty soon he done won all of myA7 bread

I accused him of cheating he reached for a E7pistol

I grabbed a chair and went upside of his A7head

Then I took off a running like a motorD7cycle

Heard the bullets whining and sirens A7wail

But it took half the cops in Dallas CE7ounty

A7 A↓ Blues Scale

Just to put one coon ass boy in jail

Chorus

D7Call up Trudy on the telephone

Send a letter in the mailA7

Tell her I'm hung up in DE7allas

And they won't let me outta this A7jail

And if she asks you how I'm D7fairing

Tell her I'm just about to lose my A7mind

Worried about old Johnny Lee E7Walker

And the girl I left beA7hind (Repeat final chorus and then fade out)

END