Let Him Roll

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 favor of bein' 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 fightin' the weather
 And too many nights of not bein' together
 So he died
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 When they went through his personal effects
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 And among the stubs from a welfare checks
 Was a crumblin' 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 standin' there
 The black veil coverin' her silver hair
 Ol' 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