CAPO: none / Key: D 
 D Let him roll, boys, let him roll G 
 I'll A bet he's gone to Dallas, rest his soul D 
  
 SPOKEN: 
 D Now he was a wino tried and true 
 He G did about everything a man could do 
 He A worked on factories, he worked on cars 
 He G worked on farms, and he worked in bars D 
  
 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 Let him roll, boys, let him roll G 
 I'll A bet he's gone to Dallas, rest his soul D 
 Let him roll, boys, let him roll G 
 He A always thought that heaven was G just a Dallas wh* * * D  
  
 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* * *