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