Let Him Roll v2

I'll A bet he's gone to Dallas, rest his soul SPOKEN: Now he was a wino tried and true He did about everything a man could do He A worked on factories, he worked on cars He It was White Port Wine that put that look in his eye That grown men get when they need to cry And A when we sat down on the curb to rest His And he said, " Every single day it gets just a little bit harder to handle and yet" Then A he lost the thread and his mind got cluttered And He was an elevator man in a cheap hotel In exchange for the rent in a one-room cell And A he was years old before his time No Well he said, " Son," he always called me son He said, " Life for you has just begun" Then A he told me a story that I'd heard before How He could cut through the years to the very night That it all ended in a wh* * *house fight When A she turned his last proposal down In Now it's been seventeen years right in line And he ain't been straight none of the time And A it's too many years of fighting the weather And SUNG: I'll A bet he's gone to Dallas, rest his soul Let A him roll, boys, let him roll He A always thought that heaven was SPOKEN: Well we went through his personal effects In among all the stubs from a Well Fare checks Was A a crumbling picture of a girl in a door In The Well Fare people provided the priest And a couple from the mission down the street Sang A "Amazing Grace" and nobody cried Except Well we all left and she was still standing there The black veil covering her silver hair Ol' A One-Eyed John said, " Her name is Alice She SUNG: Let him roll, boys, let him roll I'll bet he's gone to Dallas, rest his soul Let A him roll, boys, let him roll He Let him roll, boys, let him roll I'll bet he's gone to Dallas, rest his soul Let A him roll, boys, let him roll He