Chords for Guy Clark - Let it Roll
Tempo:
70.35 bpm
Chords used:
D
B
Bm
A
Bb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[B] [A]
[Gbm] [D]
[Bm] [E]
[A] [D] I knew it was a wino, tried and [Bm] true, done about everything there used to [B] be.
He'd worked on freighters and he'd [Bb] worked in bars and he'd worked on [D] farms and he'd
worked on cars.
[D]
Well, it was white and poor, just put that look in [B] his eyes, [Bm] grown down to get what they
need to cry.
We sat [B] down on the curb to rest [Bm] and his head just fell down on his [D] chest.
He says every single [Bm] day it gets just a little [Bm] bit harder to handle, yeah.
Then he lost the thread, his mind got cluttered and the words just rolled off down the [D] gutter.
He was the elevator man in a cheap hotel in [Gm] exchange for the rim of a one room cell.
He's gone his [Am] own years beyond his time, [Bb] no thanks to the world and the white, poor wife.
[D]
He's had son, he always called me son, he said life [Gm] for you has just begun.
[B] Then he told me the [Gm] story I'd heard before, how [Bm] he fell in love with a dallas hoe.
[D] [Bb] How he could cut through the years in the very night.
[Bm] But it ended [Bb] in a whorehouse [B] fight and she turned his last proposal down [Bm] in favor of
being a girl [D] about town.
Now it's been 17 years right in line, he [Bb] ain't been straight none of the [B] time.
Too many [Bb] days of fighting the weather, too many nights of not being [D] together, so he [B] died.
[Gbm] [D]
[A] [D] [A]
[D] [B]
[D]
[E]
[B] [D] When they went through his personal effects, [Bb] among the stamps and the welfare checks was
[B] a crumbling picture of a girl on a door [G] and a [Bm] new dress in Dallas, nothing more.
[D] The welfare people provided the priest [B] and [Bm] a couple from the mission down the street
say amazing grace, no one cried, some lady in black way off.
[D] We all left, she's standing [Gb] there, the [Gm] black veil covering the silver hair, [Bb]
[B] she used to
[Bm] be a whore in Dallas.
[D] Let him roar,
[G] let [Bm] him roar, [A] I bet he's gone to Dallas, rest [D] his soul.
Just you let him roar,
[G] let him roar, [A] he always said that heaven [G] was just a Dallas [D] whore.
Just you let him roar,
[G] let him roar, [A] I bet he's gone to Dallas, [D] rest his soul.
[G] [B]
[D]
[G] [A]
[D] [A] [D]
It was probably three or ten, can't [G] remember, [B] it would be nine.
[Gbm] [D]
[Bm] [E]
[A] [D] I knew it was a wino, tried and [Bm] true, done about everything there used to [B] be.
He'd worked on freighters and he'd [Bb] worked in bars and he'd worked on [D] farms and he'd
worked on cars.
[D]
Well, it was white and poor, just put that look in [B] his eyes, [Bm] grown down to get what they
need to cry.
We sat [B] down on the curb to rest [Bm] and his head just fell down on his [D] chest.
He says every single [Bm] day it gets just a little [Bm] bit harder to handle, yeah.
Then he lost the thread, his mind got cluttered and the words just rolled off down the [D] gutter.
He was the elevator man in a cheap hotel in [Gm] exchange for the rim of a one room cell.
He's gone his [Am] own years beyond his time, [Bb] no thanks to the world and the white, poor wife.
[D]
He's had son, he always called me son, he said life [Gm] for you has just begun.
[B] Then he told me the [Gm] story I'd heard before, how [Bm] he fell in love with a dallas hoe.
[D] [Bb] How he could cut through the years in the very night.
[Bm] But it ended [Bb] in a whorehouse [B] fight and she turned his last proposal down [Bm] in favor of
being a girl [D] about town.
Now it's been 17 years right in line, he [Bb] ain't been straight none of the [B] time.
Too many [Bb] days of fighting the weather, too many nights of not being [D] together, so he [B] died.
[Gbm] [D]
[A] [D] [A]
[D] [B]
[D]
[E]
[B] [D] When they went through his personal effects, [Bb] among the stamps and the welfare checks was
[B] a crumbling picture of a girl on a door [G] and a [Bm] new dress in Dallas, nothing more.
[D] The welfare people provided the priest [B] and [Bm] a couple from the mission down the street
say amazing grace, no one cried, some lady in black way off.
[D] We all left, she's standing [Gb] there, the [Gm] black veil covering the silver hair, [Bb]
[B] she used to
[Bm] be a whore in Dallas.
[D] Let him roar,
[G] let [Bm] him roar, [A] I bet he's gone to Dallas, rest [D] his soul.
Just you let him roar,
[G] let him roar, [A] he always said that heaven [G] was just a Dallas [D] whore.
Just you let him roar,
[G] let him roar, [A] I bet he's gone to Dallas, [D] rest his soul.
[G] [B]
[D]
[G] [A]
[D] [A] [D]
It was probably three or ten, can't [G] remember, [B] it would be nine.
Key:
D
B
Bm
A
Bb
D
B
Bm
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _ [A] _ _
[Gbm] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ [D] I knew it was a wino, tried and [Bm] true, done about everything there used to [B] be.
He'd worked on freighters and he'd [Bb] worked in bars and he'd worked on [D] farms and he'd
worked on cars.
[D] _ _ _
Well, it was white and poor, just put that look in [B] his eyes, [Bm] grown down to get what they
need to cry.
We sat [B] down on the curb to rest [Bm] and his head just fell down on his [D] chest.
_ _ _ He says every single [Bm] day it gets just a little [Bm] bit harder to handle, yeah.
_ Then he lost the thread, his mind got cluttered and the words just rolled off down the [D] gutter. _
_ _ He was the elevator man in a cheap hotel in [Gm] exchange for the rim of a one room cell.
He's gone his [Am] own years beyond his time, [Bb] no thanks to the world and the white, poor wife.
[D] _ _ _
He's had son, he always called me son, he said life [Gm] for you has just begun.
[B] Then he told me the [Gm] story I'd heard before, how [Bm] he fell in love with a dallas hoe.
[D] _ _ _ [Bb] How he could cut through the years in the very night.
[Bm] But it ended [Bb] in a whorehouse [B] fight and she turned his last proposal down [Bm] in favor of
being a girl [D] about town. _ _ _
Now it's been 17 years right in line, he [Bb] ain't been straight none of the [B] time.
Too many [Bb] days of fighting the weather, too many nights of not being [D] together, _ _ _ _ _ so he [B] died.
_ _ _ [Gbm] _ _ [D] _ _
[A] _ _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ _
[D] _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ [D] When they went through his personal effects, [Bb] among the stamps and the welfare checks was
[B] a crumbling picture of a girl on a door [G] and a [Bm] new dress in Dallas, nothing more. _ _ _
[D] The welfare people provided the priest [B] and [Bm] a couple from the mission down the street
say amazing grace, no one cried, some lady in black way off.
_ [D] _ _ We all left, she's standing [Gb] there, the [Gm] black veil covering the silver hair, [Bb] _ _ _
[B] _ she used to
[Bm] be a whore in Dallas. _ _ _
_ [D] _ Let him roar, _ _
[G] let [Bm] him roar, [A] I bet he's gone to Dallas, rest [D] his soul.
Just you let him roar, _ _
[G] let him roar, [A] he always said that heaven [G] was just a Dallas [D] whore.
Just you let him roar, _ _
[G] _ let him roar, [A] I bet he's gone to Dallas, [D] rest his soul. _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ _
It was probably three or ten, can't [G] remember, [B] it would be nine.
[Gbm] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ [D] I knew it was a wino, tried and [Bm] true, done about everything there used to [B] be.
He'd worked on freighters and he'd [Bb] worked in bars and he'd worked on [D] farms and he'd
worked on cars.
[D] _ _ _
Well, it was white and poor, just put that look in [B] his eyes, [Bm] grown down to get what they
need to cry.
We sat [B] down on the curb to rest [Bm] and his head just fell down on his [D] chest.
_ _ _ He says every single [Bm] day it gets just a little [Bm] bit harder to handle, yeah.
_ Then he lost the thread, his mind got cluttered and the words just rolled off down the [D] gutter. _
_ _ He was the elevator man in a cheap hotel in [Gm] exchange for the rim of a one room cell.
He's gone his [Am] own years beyond his time, [Bb] no thanks to the world and the white, poor wife.
[D] _ _ _
He's had son, he always called me son, he said life [Gm] for you has just begun.
[B] Then he told me the [Gm] story I'd heard before, how [Bm] he fell in love with a dallas hoe.
[D] _ _ _ [Bb] How he could cut through the years in the very night.
[Bm] But it ended [Bb] in a whorehouse [B] fight and she turned his last proposal down [Bm] in favor of
being a girl [D] about town. _ _ _
Now it's been 17 years right in line, he [Bb] ain't been straight none of the [B] time.
Too many [Bb] days of fighting the weather, too many nights of not being [D] together, _ _ _ _ _ so he [B] died.
_ _ _ [Gbm] _ _ [D] _ _
[A] _ _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ _
[D] _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ [D] When they went through his personal effects, [Bb] among the stamps and the welfare checks was
[B] a crumbling picture of a girl on a door [G] and a [Bm] new dress in Dallas, nothing more. _ _ _
[D] The welfare people provided the priest [B] and [Bm] a couple from the mission down the street
say amazing grace, no one cried, some lady in black way off.
_ [D] _ _ We all left, she's standing [Gb] there, the [Gm] black veil covering the silver hair, [Bb] _ _ _
[B] _ she used to
[Bm] be a whore in Dallas. _ _ _
_ [D] _ Let him roar, _ _
[G] let [Bm] him roar, [A] I bet he's gone to Dallas, rest [D] his soul.
Just you let him roar, _ _
[G] let him roar, [A] he always said that heaven [G] was just a Dallas [D] whore.
Just you let him roar, _ _
[G] _ let him roar, [A] I bet he's gone to Dallas, [D] rest his soul. _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ _
It was probably three or ten, can't [G] remember, [B] it would be nine.