Chords for Johnny Cash - Let Him Roll
Tempo:
68.8 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
A
E
F#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Guy Clark wrote another song, a great story, a great love song called Let Him Roll.
Yeah!
[D]
[G] [F#m]
[A] [D] Let him roll, [G] boys, let him roll.
[A] I'll bet he's gone to Dallas, rest his [D] soul.
[A]
Now he was a [D] wino, tried and true.
He [G] did about everything a man can do.
[E] He worked on factories, he worked on cars, he worked on [D] farms, and he worked in bars.
It was white poured wine that put that look in his eye, that grown men get [G] when they need to cry.
And when we sat down on the curb to rest, his head just fell down on his chest.
And he [D] said, every single day it gets just a little bit harder to handle.
And yet, then he lost [E] the thread and his mind got cluttered, [G] and the words just rolled off [D] down the gutter.
He was an elevator man in a cheap hotel, [G] in exchange for the rent in a one-room cell.
[A] And he was years old before his time, [G] no thanks to the world and the white poured wine.
But [D] he said, son, he always called me son, he said life for you [G] has just begun.
[A] And then he told me a story that I'd heard before, [G] how he fell in love with a Dallas whore.
[D]
He could cut through the years to the very night [G] that it all ended in a whorehouse fight,
when she [E] turned his last proposal down [G] in favor of being [D] a girl about town.
Now it's been 17 years right in line, and he [G] ain't been straight none of the time.
And [E] it's too many years of fighting the weather, [F#]
and too many [D] nights of not being together, so [D] he died.
Let him roll, boys, let [G] him roll.
[E] I'll bet he's gone [A] to Dallas, rest [D] his soul.
Let him roll, boys, [G] let him roll.
[Gm]
[E] He always [A] thought that heaven [G] was just a [D] Dallas whore.
Well, we went through his personal effects, [G] and among all the stubs from the welfare checks,
was a crumbling picture [A] of a girl in a door [G] and a dress in Dallas, [D] and nothing more.
The welfare people provided the priest, and a couple from the mission [G] down the street,
[A] sang Amazing Grace, and nobody cried, [G] except some lady in black [D] way off to the side.
Well, we [Am] all left, and she's still standing there, the black veil [G] covering her silver hair.
And old one-eyed [A] John said her name is Alice.
She used to [D] be a whore in Dallas.
[Bm] Let him [D] roll, [G] boys, let him roll.
I'll bet he's gone [A] to Dallas, rest his soul.
[D]
Let him roll, boys, let [G] him roll.
He always [A] thought that heaven [G] was just a [D] Dallas whore.
Let him roll, boys, [G] let him roll.
[A] I'll bet he's gone to Dallas, rest [D] his soul.
Let him roll, [G] boys, let him roll.
[A] He always thought that heaven [G] was just [D] a Dallas whore.
[N]
Yeah!
[D]
[G] [F#m]
[A] [D] Let him roll, [G] boys, let him roll.
[A] I'll bet he's gone to Dallas, rest his [D] soul.
[A]
Now he was a [D] wino, tried and true.
He [G] did about everything a man can do.
[E] He worked on factories, he worked on cars, he worked on [D] farms, and he worked in bars.
It was white poured wine that put that look in his eye, that grown men get [G] when they need to cry.
And when we sat down on the curb to rest, his head just fell down on his chest.
And he [D] said, every single day it gets just a little bit harder to handle.
And yet, then he lost [E] the thread and his mind got cluttered, [G] and the words just rolled off [D] down the gutter.
He was an elevator man in a cheap hotel, [G] in exchange for the rent in a one-room cell.
[A] And he was years old before his time, [G] no thanks to the world and the white poured wine.
But [D] he said, son, he always called me son, he said life for you [G] has just begun.
[A] And then he told me a story that I'd heard before, [G] how he fell in love with a Dallas whore.
[D]
He could cut through the years to the very night [G] that it all ended in a whorehouse fight,
when she [E] turned his last proposal down [G] in favor of being [D] a girl about town.
Now it's been 17 years right in line, and he [G] ain't been straight none of the time.
And [E] it's too many years of fighting the weather, [F#]
and too many [D] nights of not being together, so [D] he died.
Let him roll, boys, let [G] him roll.
[E] I'll bet he's gone [A] to Dallas, rest [D] his soul.
Let him roll, boys, [G] let him roll.
[Gm]
[E] He always [A] thought that heaven [G] was just a [D] Dallas whore.
Well, we went through his personal effects, [G] and among all the stubs from the welfare checks,
was a crumbling picture [A] of a girl in a door [G] and a dress in Dallas, [D] and nothing more.
The welfare people provided the priest, and a couple from the mission [G] down the street,
[A] sang Amazing Grace, and nobody cried, [G] except some lady in black [D] way off to the side.
Well, we [Am] all left, and she's still standing there, the black veil [G] covering her silver hair.
And old one-eyed [A] John said her name is Alice.
She used to [D] be a whore in Dallas.
[Bm] Let him [D] roll, [G] boys, let him roll.
I'll bet he's gone [A] to Dallas, rest his soul.
[D]
Let him roll, boys, let [G] him roll.
He always [A] thought that heaven [G] was just a [D] Dallas whore.
Let him roll, boys, [G] let him roll.
[A] I'll bet he's gone to Dallas, rest [D] his soul.
Let him roll, [G] boys, let him roll.
[A] He always thought that heaven [G] was just [D] a Dallas whore.
[N]
Key:
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D
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F#m
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Guy Clark wrote another song, a great story, a great love song called Let Him Roll.
Yeah!
[D] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [F#m] _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ [D] _ Let him roll, _ [G] boys, let him roll.
_ [A] I'll bet he's gone to Dallas, rest his [D] soul.
_ _ [A]
Now he was a [D] wino, tried and true.
He [G] did about everything a man can do.
[E] He worked on factories, he worked on cars, he worked on [D] farms, and he worked in bars. _
It was white poured wine that put that look in his eye, that grown men get [G] when they need to cry.
And when we sat down on the curb to rest, his head just fell down on his chest.
And he [D] said, every single day it gets just a little bit harder to handle.
And yet, then he lost [E] the thread and his mind got cluttered, [G] and the words just rolled off [D] down the gutter.
_ _ He was an elevator man in a cheap hotel, [G] in exchange for the rent in a one-room cell.
[A] And he was years old before his time, [G] no thanks to the world and the white poured wine.
But [D] he said, son, he always called me son, he said life for you [G] has just begun.
[A] And then he told me a story that I'd heard before, [G] how he fell in love with a Dallas whore.
[D]
He could cut through the years to the very night [G] that it all ended in a whorehouse fight,
when she [E] turned his last proposal down [G] in favor of being [D] a girl about town.
Now it's been 17 years right in line, and he [G] ain't been straight none of the time.
And [E] it's too many years of fighting the weather, [F#]
and too many [D] nights of not being together, so [D] he died.
_ Let him roll, _ boys, let [G] him roll. _ _
[E] I'll bet he's gone [A] to Dallas, rest [D] his soul.
_ Let him roll, boys, [G] let him roll.
_ _ [Gm]
[E] He always [A] thought that heaven [G] was just a [D] Dallas whore. _
_ Well, we went through his personal effects, [G] and among all the stubs from the welfare checks,
was a crumbling picture [A] of a girl in a door [G] and a dress in Dallas, [D] and nothing more.
_ The welfare people provided the priest, and a couple from the mission [G] down the street,
[A] sang Amazing Grace, and nobody cried, [G] except some lady in black [D] way off to the side.
_ Well, we [Am] all left, and she's still standing there, the black veil [G] covering her silver hair.
And old one-eyed [A] John said her name is Alice.
She used to [D] be a whore in Dallas.
[Bm] Let him [D] roll, _ [G] boys, let him roll. _ _
I'll bet he's gone [A] to Dallas, rest his soul.
_ [D]
Let him roll, boys, let [G] him roll. _ _
He always [A] thought that heaven [G] was just a [D] Dallas whore.
Let him roll, boys, [G] let him roll. _
[A] I'll bet he's gone to Dallas, rest [D] his soul. _
Let him roll, _ [G] boys, let him roll. _
[A] He always thought that heaven [G] was just [D] a Dallas whore. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Guy Clark wrote another song, a great story, a great love song called Let Him Roll.
Yeah!
[D] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [F#m] _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ [D] _ Let him roll, _ [G] boys, let him roll.
_ [A] I'll bet he's gone to Dallas, rest his [D] soul.
_ _ [A]
Now he was a [D] wino, tried and true.
He [G] did about everything a man can do.
[E] He worked on factories, he worked on cars, he worked on [D] farms, and he worked in bars. _
It was white poured wine that put that look in his eye, that grown men get [G] when they need to cry.
And when we sat down on the curb to rest, his head just fell down on his chest.
And he [D] said, every single day it gets just a little bit harder to handle.
And yet, then he lost [E] the thread and his mind got cluttered, [G] and the words just rolled off [D] down the gutter.
_ _ He was an elevator man in a cheap hotel, [G] in exchange for the rent in a one-room cell.
[A] And he was years old before his time, [G] no thanks to the world and the white poured wine.
But [D] he said, son, he always called me son, he said life for you [G] has just begun.
[A] And then he told me a story that I'd heard before, [G] how he fell in love with a Dallas whore.
[D]
He could cut through the years to the very night [G] that it all ended in a whorehouse fight,
when she [E] turned his last proposal down [G] in favor of being [D] a girl about town.
Now it's been 17 years right in line, and he [G] ain't been straight none of the time.
And [E] it's too many years of fighting the weather, [F#]
and too many [D] nights of not being together, so [D] he died.
_ Let him roll, _ boys, let [G] him roll. _ _
[E] I'll bet he's gone [A] to Dallas, rest [D] his soul.
_ Let him roll, boys, [G] let him roll.
_ _ [Gm]
[E] He always [A] thought that heaven [G] was just a [D] Dallas whore. _
_ Well, we went through his personal effects, [G] and among all the stubs from the welfare checks,
was a crumbling picture [A] of a girl in a door [G] and a dress in Dallas, [D] and nothing more.
_ The welfare people provided the priest, and a couple from the mission [G] down the street,
[A] sang Amazing Grace, and nobody cried, [G] except some lady in black [D] way off to the side.
_ Well, we [Am] all left, and she's still standing there, the black veil [G] covering her silver hair.
And old one-eyed [A] John said her name is Alice.
She used to [D] be a whore in Dallas.
[Bm] Let him [D] roll, _ [G] boys, let him roll. _ _
I'll bet he's gone [A] to Dallas, rest his soul.
_ [D]
Let him roll, boys, let [G] him roll. _ _
He always [A] thought that heaven [G] was just a [D] Dallas whore.
Let him roll, boys, [G] let him roll. _
[A] I'll bet he's gone to Dallas, rest [D] his soul. _
Let him roll, _ [G] boys, let him roll. _
[A] He always thought that heaven [G] was just [D] a Dallas whore. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _