Let Him Roll

[Verse] Now he was a wino tried and true Done about everything there is to do He worked on freighters and he worked in bars He worked on farms and he worked on cars Well it was white port wine that put that look in his eyes 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 A little bit harder to handle and yet" Then he lost the thread and his mind got cluttered And the words just rolled off down the gutter Well he was an elevator man in a cheap hotel In exchange for the rent on a one room cell And he was old years beyond 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" Then he told me the story I'd heard before How he fell in love with a Dallas whore Now he could cut through the years to the very night That it ended in a whorehouse fight When she turned his last proposal down In favour of being a girl about town Now it's been seventeen years right in line And he ain't been straightened none of the time It's too many days of fighting the weather And too many nights of not being together So he died When they went through his personal effects And among the stubs from a welfare checks Was a crumbling picture of a girl in a door And in a dress in Dallas and nothing more The welfare people provided the Priest The couple from the mission down the street Sang 'Amazing grace' and no one cried Except some lady in black way off to the side We all left and she was standing there The black veil covering her silver hair Old one-eyed John said, "Her name was Alice She used to be a whore in Dallas" So let him roll, Lord let him roll I bet he's gone to Dallas to rest his soul Just you let him roll, Lord let him roar He always said that Heaven was just a Dallas whore Just you let him roll, Lord let him roll I bet he's gone to Dallas to rest his soul