Let him roll, boys let him roll
I bet he's gone to Dallas Rest his soul
Now 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, 'n he worked on cars
Now it was white port whine, that put that look in his eye
So he died
Let him roll, boys let him roll
I bet he's gone to Dallas Rest his soul
Let him roll, boys let him roll
He always thought that heaven
was just a Dallas whore
When they went through his personal affects
Let him roll, boys let him roll
I bet he's gone to Dallas Rest his soul
Let him roll, boys let him roll
He always thought that heaven
was just a Dallas whore
Let him roll, boys let him roll