Let Him Roll

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Let him roll, boys let him roll
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I bet he's gone to Dallas Rest his 
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soul

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Now He was a wino, tried and true
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Done about everything there is to do
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He worked on freighters, he worked 
in bars
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He worked on farms, 'n he worked on 
cars

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Now it was white port whine, that 
put that look in his eye
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That grown men get when they need to
 cry
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And we sat down on the curb to rest
And his head just fell down on his 
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chest

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He said "Every single day it gets
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just a little bit harder to handle 
and yet..."
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Then he lost the thread and his mind
 got cluttered
The words just rolled off down in 
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the gutter

         D
He was a elevator man in a cheap 
hotel
      G
In exchange for the rent on a one 
room cell
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And he's years old before his time
No thanks to the world, and the 
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white Port wine

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And he said "Son", he always called 
me son
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He said, "Life for you has just 
begun"
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And then he told me the story that I
 heard before
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How he fell in love with a Dallas 
whore

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He could cut through the years to 
the very night
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That it all ended, in a whore house 
fight
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And she turned his last proposal 
down
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In favor of being a girl about town

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Now it's been seventeen years right 
in line
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And he ain't been straight none of 
the time
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It's too many years of fightin' the 
weather
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And too many nights of not being 
together

D
So he died...

        D                  G
Let him roll, boys let him roll
  A                                
I bet he's gone to Dallas Rest his 
D
soul
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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
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In among the stubs from the welfare 
checks
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Was a crumblin' picture of a girl in
 a door
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An address in Dallas, and nothin' 
more

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Well the welfare people provided the
 priest
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And a couple from the mission down 
the street
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Sang Amasing Grace, and nobody cried
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'Cept some lady in black way off to 
the side

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We all left and she's standing there
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The black veil covering her silver 
hair
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And One-Eyed John said her name was 
Alice
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She used to be a whore in Dallas

        D                  G
Let him roll, boys let him roll
  A                                
I bet he's gone to Dallas Rest his 
D
soul
                           G
Let him roll, boys let him roll
   A
He always thought that heaven
     G             D
was just a Dallas whore

D                           G   
Let him roll, boys let him roll
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