| A7 | |
| Send a letter in the mail |
| E7 | |
| Tell her I'm hung up in D | allas |
| A7 | |
| And they won't let me outta this | jail |
| D7 | |
| And if she asks you how I'm fa | iring |
| A7 | |
| Tell her I'm just about to lose my | mind |
| E7 | |
| Worried about old Johnny Lee | Walker |
| A7 A↓ Blues Scale |
| And the girl I left behind |
| VERSE: D7 |
| Now Johnny Lee Walker was a card mechanic |
| A7 | |
| Had a hand for trouble and an eye for | cash |
| E7 | |
| Luckiest man in Dallas | County |
| A7 | |
| He had a gold watch chain and a black mous | tache |
| D7 | |
| And he loved his whiskey and he loved his | women |
| A7 | |
| Drove a big long Cadillac limou | sine |
| E7 | |
| Kept a big fine fancy townhouse | in Dallas |
| A7 | |
| And a hotel suite in New Or | leans |
| D7 | |
| Carried a switchblade knife in his left hip |
| A7 | |
| And a 44 hog leg up under his | coat |
| E7 | |
| Cut you down in a New York | minute |
| A7 A↓ Blues Scale |
| If he catch you cheating that was all she wrote |
| CHORUS: D7 |
| Call up Trudy on the telephone |
| A7 | |
| Send a letter in the mail |
| E7 | |
| Tell her I'm hung up in D | allas |
| A7 | |
| And they won't let me outta this | jail |
| D7 | |
| And if she asks you how I'm | fairing |
| A7 | |
| Tell her I'm just about to lose my | mind |
| E7 | |
| Worried about old Johnny Lee | Walker |
| A7 A↓ Blues Scale |
| And the girl I left behind |
| VERSE: (Bass) D7 |
| I just got to town last Friday evening |
| A7 | |
| Sure as hell didn't mean to | stay |
| E7 | |
| I was on my way back to Louisi | ana |
| A7 | |
| Had a powerful thirst and six months | pay |
| (+Guitar) D7 |
| I met a peroxide blonde in a bar on D-ville |
| A7 | |
| I was flying high and feeling me | an |
| E7 | |
| Poured down a bottle and a half of | red eye |
| A7 | |
| I dropped 35 dollars in the slot ma | chine |
| (+Piano) D7 |
| And the boys in the back was dealing seven card |
| A7 | |
| I set down and won me a hundred and | ten |
| E7 | |
| I was raking in chips like Grant took | Richmond |
| A7 | |
| Till big Johnny Lee come a strolling | in |
| D7 | |
| He ripped off the table like a 70 | 7 |
| A7 | |
| Pretty soon he done won all of my | bread |
| E7 | |
| I accused him of cheating he reached for a | pistol |
| A7 | |
| I grabbed a chair and went upside of his | head |
| D7 | |
| Then I took off a running like a motor | cycle |
| A7 | |
| Heard the bullets whining and sirens | wail |
| E7 | |
| But it took half the cops in Dallas C | ounty |
| A7 A↓ Blues Scale |
| Just to put one coon ass boy in jail |
| CHORUS: D7 |
| Call up Trudy on the telephone |
| A7 | |
| Send a letter in the mail |
| E7 | |
| Tell her I'm hung up in D | allas |
| A7 | |
| And they won't let me outta this | jail |
| D7 | |
| And if she asks you how I'm | fairing |
| A7 | |
| Tell her I'm just about to lose my | mind |
| E7 | |
| Worried about old Johnny Lee | Walker |
| A7 | |
| And the girl I left be | hind (Repeat final chorus and then fade out) |
| END |
| Personally transcribed by OliThePianist there's not enough free piano music out there! |
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