Let Him Roll Chords

Standard (EADGBE)

Intro

D G A D

D Let him roll, boys let him rGoll

 I bAet he's gone to Dallas Rest his sDoul

DNow He was a wino, tried and true

GDone about everything there is to do

AHe worked on freighters, he worked in bars

DHe 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

DSo he died...

DLet him roll, boys let him rGoll

AI bet he's gone to Dallas Rest hisD soul

 Let him roll, boys let him rGoll

 He aAlways thought that heaven

 was jGust a Dallas wDhore

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

DLet him roll, boys let him rGoll

AI bet he's gone to Dallas Rest hisD soul

 Let him roll, boys let him rGoll

 He aAlways thought that heaven

 was jGust a Dallas wDhore

DLet him roll, boys let him rGoll A D