D Let him roll, boys, let him roll G
I'll A bet he's gone to Dallas, rest his soul D
SPOKEN:
D Now he was a wino tried and true
He G did about everything a man could do
He A worked on factories, he worked on cars
He G worked on farms, and he worked in bars D
D It was White Port Wine that put that look in his eye
That G grown men get when they need to cry
And A when we sat down on the curb to rest
His G head just fell down on his chest D
D And he said, " Every single day it gets just
a G little bit harder to handle and yet"
Then A he lost the thread and his mind got cluttered
And G his words just rolled off down the gutter D
D He was an elevator man in a cheap hotel
In G exchange for the rent in a one-room cell
And A he was years old before his time
No G thanks to the world and the White Port Wine D
D Well he said, " Son," he always called me son
He G said, " Life for you has just begun"
Then A he told me a story that I'd heard before
How G he fell in love with a Dallas wh* o *re D
D He could cut through the years to the very night
That G it all ended in a wh* * *house fight
When A she turned his last proposal down
In G favor of being a girl-about-town D
D Now it's been seventeen years right in line
And G he ain't been straight none of the time
And A it's too many years of fighting the weather
And G too many nights of not being together, so he died D
SUNG:
D Let him roll, boys, let him roll G
I'll A bet he's gone to Dallas, rest his soul D
Let A him roll, boys, let him roll G
He A always thought that heaven was G just a Dallas wh* o *re D
SPOKEN:
D Well we went through his personal effects
In G among all the stubs from a Well Fare checks
Was A a crumbling picture of a girl in a door
In G a dress in Dallas and nothing more D
D The Well Fare people provided the priest
And G a couple from the mission down the street
Sang A "Amazing Grace" and nobody cried
Except G some lady in black way off to the side D
D Well we all left and she was still standing there
The G black veil covering her silver hair
Ol' A One-Eyed John said, " Her name is Alice
She G used to be a wh* o *re in Dallas D
SUNG:
D Let him roll, boys, let him roll
I'll G bet he's gone to Dallas, rest his soul
Let A him roll, boys, let him roll
He G always thought that heaven was just a Dallas wh* o *re D
D Let him roll, boys, let him roll
I'll G bet he's gone to Dallas, rest his soul
Let A him roll, boys, let him roll
He G always thought that heaven was just a Dallas wh* o *re D