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