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