Let Him Roll - Live

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, and 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 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

So 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 17 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 Amazing Grace, and nobody cried

'Cept some lady in black way off to the side

We all left and she's standin' there

The black veil coverin' her silver hair

And ole one-eyed John said her name was Alice

She used to be a whore in Dallas

Let him roll (let him roll), boys, let him roll

I bet he's gone to Dallas, rest his soul

Let him roll (let him roll), boys, let him roll

He always thought that Heaven

Was just a Dallas whore

Let him roll, boys, let him roll

Let him roll, boys, let him-