Guy Clark - Let him roll

^CHe was a wino, tried and true Done about ^Feverything there is to do He worked on ^Gfreighters, he'd worked in bars He'd worked on ^Cfarms, 'n he'd worked on ^Gcars ^C

But, it was ^Cwhite port, that put that look in his eye That ^Fgrown men get when they need to cry As we ^Gsat down on the curb to rest His ^Chead just fell down ^Gon his chest ^C

He says ^C"Every single day it gets Just a ^Flittle bit harder to handle and yet..." And ^Gthen he lost the thread and his mind got cluttered And ^Cthe words just rolled on ^Gdown the gutter ^C

Well, ^Che was the elevator man in a cheap motel In ^Fexchange for the rent on a one room cell And ^Ghe's old in years beyond his time No ^Cthanks to the world, and the ^Gwhite Port wine ^C

And he said ^C"Son", he always called me son He said, ^F"Life for you has just begun" And ^Gthen he told me the story I'd heard before How he ^Cfell in love with a ^GDallas whore ^C

Ah, he ^Ccould cut through the years to the very night It ^Fended, in a whore house fight And ^Gshe turned his last proposal down In ^Cfavor of being a girl ^Gabout town ^C

Now, it's ^Cbeen seventeen years right in line And ^Fhe ain't been straight none of the time It's ^Gtoo many days of fightin' the weather And ^Ctoo many nights of not ^Gbeing together ^C

^CAnd when they went through his personal affects In ^Famoung the stubs from the welfare checks Was a ^Gcrumblin' picture of a girl in a door And an ^Caddress in Dallas, and ^Gnothin' more ^C

The ^Cwelfare people provided the priest A ^Fcouple from the mission down the street Sang ^GAmazing Grace, and no one cried 'Cept ^Csome lady in black way... o^Gff to the side ^C

We ^Call left and she's standing there, and The ^Fblack veil covering the silver hair And ^GOld One-Eyed John said "her name was Alice And ^Cshe used to be a ^Gwhore in Dallas."

Let him ^Croar..., Lord let him ^Froll I ^Gbet he's gone to Dallas rest his ^Csoul ^G Just you let him ^Croll..., Lord let him ^Froar He ^Galways said that heaven Was ^Cjust a Dallas ^GWhore.... Just you let him ^Croar..., ah let him ^Froll I ^Gbet he's gone to Dallas rest his ^Csoul ^G