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