Call up Judy on the telephone
Send her a letter in the mail
Tell her I'm hung up in Dallas
And they won't let me out this jail
And if she ask how I'm farin'
Tell her I'm just about to lose my mind
Worried about old John Lee Walker
And the girl I left behind
John Lee Walker was a card mechanic He
had a hand for trouble and a eye for cash
Luckiest man in Dallas County
Had a gold watch chain and a black mustache
And she needed this whiskey and he loved his women
Drove a thirty foot Cadillac limousine
Kept a big fine fancy townhouse in Dallas
And a hotel suite in New Orleans Get
a switchblade knife in his left hip
pocket
A forty four hog leg up under his coat
Put you down in a New York minute
If he catch you cheatin' that was all she wrote
Call up Judy on the telephone Send her a letter in the mail
Tell her I'm hung up in Dallas
And they won't let me out this jail
And if she ask how I'm farin'
Tell her I'm just about to lose my mind
Worried about old John Lee Walker
And the girl I left behind
I just got to town last Friday evening
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
I met a broxide blonde and a bald deep ale I
was flyin' high and I feelin' mean
Poured down a bottle and a half of red eye
I dropped thirty five dollars in the slot
Machine and the boys at the back was a dealin' SIM card
So now I'm the one with a hundred and ten I
was rakin' in chips like Grant took Richmond
To big John Lee come a-scrollin' in He read down the table like a 707
Pretty soon he done won all of my bread I
accused him of cheatin' he reached for his
pistol I grabbed the chair and went upside his head
Then I took off a-runnin' like a motorcycle Hoodwood
heard the bullets whinin' and I saw
a rear-view mirror
Took half the cops in Dallas County
Just to put one cool-ass boy in jail Call up Judy on the telephone
And I'm gonna let it be on
Till I'm hung up here in Dallas
And they won't let me out this year And if she ask how I'm feelin'
Till I'm just about to lose my mind
Worried about old Johnny D. Walker
I'ma get it
on the telephone Send her a letter and demand and
demand Send her a letter and demand and demand,
demand