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