#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## Date: Thu, 9 Nov 95 08:22:28 CST From: davidb@efficient.com (David Byboth) Let Him Roll By Guy Clark From Old No. 1 Submitted by David Byboth davidb@efficient.com C He's a wino, tried and true F Done about everything there is to do G He worked on freighters, he worked in bars C G He worked on farms, 'n he worked on cars It was white port, that put that look in his eye That grown men get when they need to cry And he sat down on the curb to rest And his head just fell down on his chest He said "Every single day it gets A little bit harder to handle and yet..." And he lost the thread and his mind got cluttered And the words just rolled off down in the gutter Well he was elevator man in a cheap hotel In exchange for the rent on a one room cell He's old in years beyond his time Thanks to the world, and the white Port wine And he said "Son", he always called me son He said, "Life for you has just begun" And he told me a story that I heard before How he fell in love with a Dallas whore Well he could cut through the years to the very night When it ended, in a whore house fight And she turned his last proposal down In favor of being a girl about town It's been seventeen years right in line And he ain't been straight none of the time Been too many days of fightin' the weather And too many nights of not being together So he died........ (guitar for one verse) Well when they went through his personal affects In among the stubs from the welfare checks Was a crumblin' picture of a girl in a door An address in Dallas, and nothin' more The welfare people provided the priest A couple from the mission down the street Sang Amasing Grace, and no one cried 'Cept some woman in black way off to the side We all left and she was standing there Black veil covering her silver hair And One-Eyed John said her name was Alice And she used to be a whore in Dallas Sing: C F Let him roll, Lord let him roll G C G Bet he's gone to Dallas Rest his soul C F Let him roll, Lord let him roll G He always said that heaven C G Was just a Dallas Whore.... Here is the tab for the finger pick as simplified as I could get it. I believe you have to capo up 2 frets to play with the album. I haven't played with the album on this song in a long time so I'm not certain. There are 16 dashes to each measure so timing is somewhat represented. I have tabbed two stanzas of the pick. It continues the same way throughout the song. During the guitar solo, emphasize the melody on the high strings. If anyone tries to learn this from the tab, I would appreciate any feedback you can give me on how useable it was as it took me a while to figure out from the album. If you learn this song, the Randall Knife is very similar. NOTE: The "h" above the staff means hammer the note directly below it. G C F G h h h h h E|----------------|0-------0-------|----------------|----------------| B|------------1-3-|------------31--|---1---1---1---1|--0---1-13---3--| G|----------0-----|----------------|02--02--02--02--|----------------| D|----------------|--2---2---2-----|--3---3---3---3-|-----------0----| A|------------0-2-|3---3---3-------|----------------|--2---2-2-------| E|----------------|----------------|----------------|3---3-----------| C G C F G h h h h h h E|----------------|0-------0-------|----------------|----------------| B|--1---130---1-3-|------------31--|---1---1---1---1|--0---1-13---3--| G|----------0-----|----------------|02--02--02--02--|----------------| D|--2---2---------|--2---2---2-----|--3---3---3---3-|-----------0----| A|3---3-------0-2-|3---3---3-------|----------------|--2---2-2-------| E|--------3-------|----------------|----------------|3---3-----------| -- >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>