Tom: D major
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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Let him roll, Lord, let him roar
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He always said that heaven
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was just a Dallas whore
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Verse 2
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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,
and he worked in bars
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He worked on farms, and he worked on cars
Verse 3
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It was white Port put that look in his eye
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That grown men get when they need to cry
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We sat down on the curb to rest
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And his head just fell down on his chest
Verse 4
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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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And he lost the thread,
and his mind got cluttered
Gm
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And the words just rolled
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off down in the gutter
Verse 5
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He was elevator man in a cheap hotel
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In exchange for the rent
on a one room cell
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And he was old in years, beyond his time
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Oh, thanks to the world and
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the white Port wine
Verse 6
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So he says, "Son"
He always called me son
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He said, "Life for you has just begun"
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Then he told me the story
I'd heard before
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How he fell in love with a Dallas whore
Verse 7
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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
Verse 8
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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
Interlude 1
So he died
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Verse 9
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And when they went through
all 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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And an address in Dallas
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and nothin' more
Verse 10
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The welfare people provided the priest
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And a couple from the mission
down the street
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Sang Amazing Grace and no one cried
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'Cept some lady in black
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way off to the side
Verse 11
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We all left, and she's standing there
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Black veil coverin' her silver hair
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And ol' one- eyed John
said her name was Alice
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She used to be a whore in Dallas
Verse 12
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Let him roar, Lord, let him roll
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I bet he's gone to Dallas, rest his soul
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Let him roll, let him roar
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He always said that heaven
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was just a Dallas whore
Verse 13
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Let him roar, Lord, let him roll
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I bet he's gone to Dallas,
Outro 1
rest his soul
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