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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Johnny Cash
Johnny Cash
Performer
Dr. Marie Kelly
Dr. Marie Kelly
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Guy Clark
Guy Clark
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jack Clement
Jack Clement
Producer
David Ferguson
David Ferguson
Engineer
Richard Adler
Richard Adler
Engineer

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, 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-
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