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