Tom: D
Intro: D G A D
D G
Let him roll, boys let him roll
A D
I bet he's gone to Dallas Rest his soul
D
Now He was a wino, tried and true
G
Done about everything there is to do
A
He worked on freighters, he worked in bars
D
He worked on farms, 'n he worked on cars
Now it was white port whine, that put that look in his eye
That grown men get when they need to cry
And we sat down on the curb to rest
And his head just fell down on his chest
He said "Every single day it gets
just a little bit harder to handle and yet..."
Then he lost the thread and his mind got cluttered
The words just rolled off down in the gutter
He was a elevator man in a cheap hotel
In exchange for the rent on a one room cell
And he's years old before his time
No thanks to the world, and the white Port wine
And he said "Son", he always called me son
He said, "Life for you has just begun"
And then he told me the story that I heard before
How he fell in love with a Dallas whore
He could cut through the years to the very night
That it all ended, in a whore house fight
And she turned his last proposal down
In favor of being a girl about town
Now it's been seventeen years right in line
And he ain't been straight none of the time
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It's too many years of fightin' the weather
And too many nights of not being together
D
So he died...
D G
Let him roll, boys let him roll
A D
I bet he's gone to Dallas Rest his soul
G
Let him roll, boys let him roll
A
He always thought that heaven
G D
was just a Dallas whore
When they went through his personal affects
In among the stubs from the welfare checks
Was a crumblin' picture of a girl in a door
An address in Dallas, and nothin' more
Well the welfare people provided the priest
And a couple from the mission down the street
Sang Amasing Grace, and nobody cried
'Cept some lady in black way off to the side
We all left and she's standing there
The black veil covering her silver hair
And One-Eyed John said her name was Alice
She used to be a whore in Dallas
D G
Let him roll, boys let him roll
A D
I bet he's gone to Dallas Rest his soul
G
Let him roll, boys let him roll
A
He always thought that heaven
G D
was just a Dallas whore
D G A D
Let him roll, boys let him roll
