Guy Clark - Let Him Roll Lyrics
He's 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.It was white port, that put that look in his eyeThat grown men get when they need to cryAnd he sat down on the curb to restAnd his head just fell down on his chestHe said "Every single day it getsA little bit harder to handle and yet. . ."And he lost the thread and his mind got clutteredAnd the words just rolled off down in the gutterWell he was elevator man in a cheap hotelIn exchange for the rent on a one room cellHe's old in years beyond his timeThanks to the world, and the white Port wineSo he says "Son," he always called me sonHe said, "Life for you has just begun"And he told me a story that I heard beforeHow he fell in love with a Dallas whoreWell he could cut through the years to the very nightWhen it ended, in a whore house fightAnd she turned his last proposal downIn favor of being a girl about townNow it's been seventeen years right in lineAnd he ain't been straight none of the timeToo many days of fightin' the weatherAnd too many nights of not being togetherSo he died. . .Well when they went through his personal affectsIn among the stubs from the welfare checksWas a crumblin' picture of a girl in a doorAn address in Dallas, and nothin' moreThe welfare people provided the priestA couple from the mission down the streetSang Amazing Grace, and no one cried'Cept some woman in black, way off to the sideWe all left and she was standing thereBlack veil covering her silver hairAnd 'ol One-Eyed John said her name was AliceAnd she used to be a whore in DallasLet him roar, Lord let him rollBet he's gone to Dallas Rest his soulLord, let him roll, Lord let him roarHe always said that heavenWas just a Dallas whore.
