Let Him Roll Lyrics

Let him roll, boys let him roll

I bet he's gone to dallas rest his soul



Now he was a wino, tried and true

Done about everything there is to do

He worked on freighters, he worked in bars

He worked on farms, 'n he worked on cars



Now it was white port whine, that put that look in his eye

That grown men get when they need to cry

And we sat down on the curb to rest

And his head just fell down on his chest



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

The words just rolled off down in the gutter



He was a elevator man in a cheap hotel

In exchange for the rent on a one room cell

And he's years old before his time

No thanks to the world, and the white port wine



And he said "son", he always called me son

He said, "life for you has just begun"

And then he told me the story that i heard before

How he fell in love with a dallas whore



He could cut through the years to the very night

That it all ended, in a whore house fight

And 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

It's too many years of fightin' the weather

And too many nights of not being together



So he died...



Let him roll, boys let him roll

I 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 whore



When they went through his personal affects

In among the stubs from the welfare checks

Was a crumblin' picture of a girl in a door

An address in dallas, and nothin' more



Well the welfare people provided the priest

And a couple from the mission down the street

Sang amasing grace, and nobody cried

'cept some lady in black way off to the side



We all left and she's standing there

The black veil covering her silver hair

And one-eyed john said her name was alice

She used to be a whore in dallas



Let him roll, boys let him roll

I 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 whore

Let him roll, boys let him roll