Chords for Guy Clark & Verlon Thompson "Let Him Roll"

_ _ _ Is that _ [F] wrong?
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Sure.
_ _ _ [G#m] Okay.
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_ _ [F#] If I can just reach one person.
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_ _ [C#] _ _ [Dm] _ He was a wild oak, [B] dried in the trees,
he thought about everything there is to do. _ _
He worked [F#] on freighters, he worked [A] in bars,
he [C] worked on farms, he [F] worked on cars.
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_ _ _ _ Well it was White [B] Fork that put that look in his eye,
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growing in Giflin and he'd cry.
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_ He sat down [E] on the curb to rest
and his [G] head just [A] fell down on his [D]
chest.
_ _ _ _ _ He says every [Bm] single day
it gets [E] just a little [A] bit harder to [F#] handle. _ Yeah. _ _ _ _ _ _
Then he [A] lost the thread and his [E] mind got cluttered
[G] and words started [E] rolling off down [D] it. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Well he was the elevator man at a cheap hotel
[F#] _ _ [C#] in exchange for the [B] rent on a one room [F#m]
[F#] cell
these old years beyond this time.
[B] No thanks to the [D] world of White Fork Wild. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ So he said [Bm] son, he always [B] called me son,
he said life for you is just for God. _
[A] _ Then he told me a story I'd heard before
[Em] how he fell in love with a [B] Dallas [D] whore. _ _ _ _ _ _
How he could cut through the years
to the very [A] night _ _ [Em] that it ended in a whorehouse fight
and [A] _ she turned his last proposal down
_ [F#] _ in [B] favor of being the girl [A] of that town.
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[F#m] Husband 17 [D] years right in [B] line,
_ he ain't been straight none of the time.
[A] _ _ Too many days [E] of fighting the weather,
too many [Em]
nights of not [D] being together. _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ [B] _ _ _ So he [Em] died.
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_ _ [C#] _ _ _ [D] _ But when they went through his personal [E] effects
_ [Em]
and [B] among the stuff from the welfare checks
was a crumbling picture of a girl in a door
_ and an address in Dallas and nothing [D] more. _ _ _ _ _
_ [F#] The welfare people provided the priest
and _ [B] a couple from the [Em] mission down the [E] street
sang Amazing Grace and no one cried
except [Em] some lady in black [F#m] way [F] off to the [A] side.
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_ _ We all left and she's standing [A] there
in [Em] _ the black veil covering the [B] silver hair
and the one eyed John saying her name was Alice
[Em] and she used to [B] be a whore in [D] Dallas.
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_ _ _ _ So let him roll.
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[G] _ _ _ [Em] Lord let him roll.
_ _ [A] I bet he's gone to Dallas to [D] rest his soul. _
_ [A] _ [D] Just let him roll.
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_ _ Lord let him roll. _ _
[E] They always said that heaven
_ _ [G] is just a Dallas [D]
whore.
Just let him roll. _
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_ Lord let [B] him roll.
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I bet he's gone to [B] Dallas to [Bm] rest his soul.
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