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P'raps there's an off chance some of the younger members haven't yet heard this Charlie Daniels classic, Trudy. If you count yourself among the uninitiated, please do yourself the favor of reading the lyrics first, then enjoy the vid. This is one of, if not THE best of Charlies many hits that tells a story both lyrically and musically. For some reason it got in my head early this morning and I thought it best to share it with you. Enjoy

 

Trudy

 

Call up Trudy on the telephone

Send a letter in the mail

Tell her I'm hung up in Dallas

And they won't let me outta this jail

 

And if she asks you how I'm fairing

Tell her I'm just about to lose my mind

Worried about old Johnny Lee Walker

And the girl I left behind

 

Now Johnny Lee Walker was a card mechanic

Had a hand for trouble and a eye for cash

Luckiest man in Dallas County

He had a gold watch chain and a black mustache

 

And he loved his whiskey and he loved his women

Drove a big long Cadillac limosine

Kept a big fine fancy townhouse in Dallas

And a hotel suite in New Orleans

 

Carried a switchblade knife in his left hip pocket

And a 44 hog leg up under his coat

Cut you down in a New York minute

If he catch you cheating that was all she wrote

 

So call up Trudy on the telephone

Send her a letter in the mail

Tell her I'm hung up in Dallas

And they won't let me outta this jail

 

If she asks you how I'm fairing

Tell her I'm just about to lose my mind

Worried about old Johnny 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

Had a powerful thirst and six months pay

 

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

I was flying high and feeling mean

Poured down a bottle and a half of red eye

I dropped 35 dollars in the slot machine

 

And the boys in the back was dealing 7 card

I set down and won me a 110

I was raking in chips like Grant took Richmond

Till big Johnny Lee come a strolling in

 

He red dogged the table like a 707

Pretty soon he done won all of my bread

I accused him of cheating he reached for a pistol

I grabbed a chair and went upside of his head

 

Then I took off a running like a motorcycle

Heard the bullets whining and sirens wail

But it took half the cops in Dallas County

Just to put one coon *** boy in jail

 

So call up Trudy on the telephone

Send her a letter in the mail

Tell her I'm hung up in Dallas

And they won't let me outta this jail

 

And if she asks you how I'm fairing

Tell her I'm just about to lose my mind

Worried about old Johnny Lee Walker

And the girl I left behind

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DUESvITrvsI

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Charlie, and his music, mellowed somewhat after he tried to die a couple times. He got religion and sorta cleaned up his act. No knock on his salvation but I did find it a more natural fit beforehand. His "Devil went downt o Georgia" was a perfect example of "before" and "after". Good stuff anytime, though.

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Listened to this song many times, but never really paid attention to the lyrics (until now). I do that a lot. A song I've known for years will come on and I'll mess up the lyrics and my wife will be like... "you've heard this before, right?" [biggrin]

 

Anywho, I love that early CDB! Good post, Cruz. [thumbup]

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Listened to this song many times, but never really paid attention to the lyrics (until now). I do that a lot. A song I've known for years will come on and I'll mess up the lyrics and my wife will be like... "you've heard this before, right?" [biggrin]

 

Anywho, I love that early CDB! Good post, Cruz. [thumbup]

 

 

SP,I'm pleased you enjoyed it. I can't count the number of songs I thought I knew, only to later discover how far off I'd been. Or, like you, be taken by the melody and hook but never really listen to the lyric. Here's an account of something very similar, a skit by The Vacant Lot

 

Paul: Yeah, that's what he says... So when I go on the subway, I have to blow up this inflatable donut.

 

Nick: Want another?

 

Vito: Yeah.

 

Rob: That's stupid.

 

Paul: All stupid.

 

Vito: One.

 

Nick: Oh, uh... two.

 

Paul: Three.

 

Nick: Wanna go for four?

 

Paul: I could if I wanted to.

 

Nick: Got a lot of time...

 

Paul: Yeah, I could if I wanted to.

 

Vito: Man, it *is* late... Rob?

 

Rob: Oh, I'm fine.

 

Nick, Vito and Paul: Whoo...!

 

Vito: Rob's lying.

 

Nick: Rob's bluffing.

 

Rob: Yeah, I'm fine...

 

Vito: What's the word?

 

[misc. muttering]

 

Vito: What the hell?

 

Paul: Nothing, nothing...

 

[brief quiet]

 

Nick: [singing] Blinded by the light, held up like a loufa by the foreman of the night...

 

Vito: What the hell was that?

 

Nick: It's that song, Blinded by the Light.

 

Paul: Yeah, we know what the song it is, but what were *you* singing?

 

Nick:[singing] Blinded by the light...

 

Vito: Go on...

 

Nick:[singing] ...held up like a loufa by the foreman of the night.

 

Vito: Not what he sings.

 

Nick: Yes it is.

 

Paul: That's not what he sings.

 

Vito: No, it's not.

 

Nick: All right, what *is* he singing?

 

Vito:[singing] Blinded by the light, ripped up like a ******, you're gonna throw away the night.

 

Nick: I don't think so.

 

Vito: That's what he sings.

 

Nick: No it isn't.

 

Vito: It is.

 

Nick: That doesn't make any sense.

 

Vito: Oh, like yours makes sense.

 

Nick: It *does*.

 

Paul: Held up like a loufa?

 

Nick: Like a loufa... sponge.

 

Vito: Who's holding up the loufa sponge?

 

Nick: The foreman of the night.

 

Paul: *Why* is the "foreman of the night" holding up a loufa sponge?

 

Nick: Well, he's making some kinda statement, or something.

 

Vito: Pretty stupid statement if you ask me...

 

Nick: Oh, and yours makes a lot of sense...

 

Vito: More sense than yours...

 

Nick: Ripped up like a ******?

 

Vito: Yes. A ******. Yes.

 

Paul: How do you rip up a ******?

 

Vito: It's french. Means small French bath towel.

 

[Nick waves hand dismissingly]

 

Vito: No, no, it's obvious it's a song about a guy, lying in a gutter somewhere with nothing but this... small French bath towel, a ******, to protect him from the night. [singing] Blinded by the light, ripped up like a ******, you're gonna throw away the night.

 

[Paul rolls his eyes, making an exasperated face]

 

Nick: Okay, okay. So between my loufa sponge and your ripped up ******, we can agree in principle it's a song about bathing.

 

Vito: Okay.

 

Nick: Okay.

 

Vito: Okay.

 

Paul: Now you're both nuts.

 

Nick: Oh, what do *you* think it is?

 

Paul: Oh, what do I *know* it is?

 

Nick and Vito: What do I *know* it is?

 

Paul:[singing] Blinded by the light, remmed up like a dochent in the humble of the might.

 

Vito:What?!

 

Nick: *What* the hell was that?!

 

Paul: I've got the lyrics sheet at home.

 

Nick: Yeah, well, you got the wrong lyrics sheet, because it's blinded

 

Nick and Vito: by the

 

Nick, Vito, and Paul: light,

 

Nick, Vito, and Paul [each says his own]: -held up like a loufa by the foreman of the night

-ripped up like a ******, you're gonna throw away the night

-remmed up like a dochent in the humble of the might

[singing: ]

blinded by the light,

-held up like a loufa by the foreman of the night

-ripped up like a ******, you're gonna throw away the night

-remmed up like a dochent in the humble of the might

blinded by the light,

held-

ripped-

remmed-

 

Rob: Shut up!!! It *is*: [reciting, emphasizing each word] blinded by the light, racked up like a deuce, another roller in the night. Okay? There's no loufa sponges, there's no ripping of ******s, and whatever the hell *you* said there's none of that, alright?! That's the way the song was written, that's the way the you sing the song. You don't sing the song any other way because it wasn't *written* any other-are you laughing at me? Are you laughing? Shut up! Shut your freakin'... goof ball... Jeeerk... Jerk jerk jerk jerk jeeeerk...

 

[Rob storms off]

 

Nick, Vito, and Paul: Whoo...

 

Vito: Man...

 

Nick: *Some*body's a little hot under the colander...

 

 

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