Let him roll, boys let him rollI bet he's gone to dallas rest his soulNow he was a wino, tried and trueDone about everything there is to doHe worked on freighters, he worked in barsHe worked on farms, 'n he worked on carsNow it was white port whine, that put that look in his eyeThat grown men get when they need to cryAnd we sat down on the curb to restAnd his head just fell down on his chestHe said "every single day it getsJust a little bit harder to handle and yet..."Then he lost the thread and his mind got clutteredThe words just rolled off down in the gutterHe was a elevator man in a cheap hotelIn exchange for the rent on a one room cellAnd he's years old before his timeNo thanks to the world, and the white port wineAnd he said "son", he always called me sonHe said, "life for you has just begun"And then he told me the story that I heard beforeHow he fell in love with a dallas whoreHe could cut through the years to the very nightThat it all ended, in a whore house fightAnd she turned his last proposal downIn favor of being a girl about townNow it's been seventeen years right in lineAnd he ain't been straight none of the timeIt's too many years of fightin' the weatherAnd too many nights of not being togetherSo he died...Let him roll, boys let him rollI bet he's gone to dallas rest his soulLet him roll, boys let him rollHe always thought that heavenWas just a dallas whoreWhen they went through his personal affectsIn among the stubs from the welfare checksWas a crumblin' picture of a girl in a doorAn address in dallas, and nothin' moreWell the welfare people provided the priestAnd a couple from the mission down the streetSang amasing grace, and nobody cried'cept some lady in black way off to the sideWe all left and she's standing thereThe black veil covering her silver hairAnd one-eyed john said her name was aliceShe used to be a whore in dallasLet him roll, boys let him rollI bet he's gone to dallas rest his soulLet him roll, boys let him rollHe always thought that heavenWas just a dallas whoreLet him roll, boys let him roll
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Let him roll, boys let him roll
I bet he's gone to dallas rest his soul
Now he was a wino, tried and true
Done about everything there is to do
He worked on freighters, he worked in bars
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
It's too many years of fightin' the weather
And too many nights of not being together
So he died...
Let him roll, boys let him roll
I 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 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
Let him roll, boys let him roll
I 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 whore
Let him roll, boys let him roll
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