LET HIM ROLL

Intro: D G A D
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Let him roll, boys let him roll
  A                                D
I bet he's gone to Dallas rest his soul
D                                 G
Now he was a wino, tried and true 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
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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"
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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 w***e
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He could cut through the years to the very night
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That it all ended, in a w***e 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


    D
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
    D
And too many nights of not being together 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 
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He always thought that heaven
    G             D
Was just a Dallas w***e
  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
   D
An address in Dallas, and nothin' more
     D
Well the welfare people provided the priest
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And a couple from the mission down the street
 A
Sang amazing 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
    D
She used to be a w***e 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 w***e 
                           G      A  D
Let him roll, boys let him roll