Guy Clark - Let Him Roll (Live) lyrics

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, he worked on cars Well, it was white port that put that look in his eye Grown men get when they need to cry We sat down on the curb to rest His head just fell down on his chest He says, "Every single day, it gets Just little bit harder to handle and yet" Then he lost the thread and his mind got cluttered And the words just rolled off down in the gutter Well, he was a elevator man in a cheap hotel In exchange for the rent on a one room cell And he's old, years beyond his time Now thanks to the world and the white Port wine So he said, "Son," he always called me son Said, "Life for you has just begun" And he told me the story I'd heard before How he fell in love with a Dallas who*e Now he could cut through the years to the very night But it ended in a who*e house fight She turned his last proposal down In favor of being a girl about town Now it's been seventeen years right in line He ain't been straight none of the time It's too many days of fightin' the weather And too many nights of not being together So he died When they went through his personal affects In among the stubs from the welfare checks Was a crumblin' picture of a girl rolled in a door And an address in Dallas and nothin' more The welfare people provided the priest A couple from the mission down the street Sang amazing grace and no one cried 'Cept some lady in black, way off to the side We all left and she is standing there A black veil covering her silver hair One-eyed John said her name was Alice And she used to be a who*e in Dallas So let him roar, Lord, let him roll I bet he's gone to Dallas, rest his soul Just to let him roll, Lord, let him roar He always said that heaven was just a Dallas who*e Just to let him roll, Lord, let him roar I bet he's gone to Dallas, rest his soul