Forgot your password? Retrieve it. Get promoted. Powered by OnRad. Think you know music? Test your MusicIQ here! In Lyrics. 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.
Chords Used Hide. 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 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. Lyrics submitted by ooshnas.
Log in now to tell us what you think this song means. Create an account with SongMeanings to post comments, submit lyrics, and more. Log in. Mixtapes Forums Lyrics Artists add Journals. Artists - B. Bob Dylan — Roll On John. Roll On John song meanings. Add your thoughts 9 Comments. Artist: Bobby Bare. He was a wino tried and true Done about everything there is to do He worked on freighters he worked in bars He worked on farms and he worked on cars. It was white port that put that look in his eye That grown men get when they need to cry 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. 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.
So he says son he always called me son He said life for you has just begun And he told me a story that I'd heard before How he fell in love with a Dallas whore. 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.
Now it's been seventeen years right in line And he ain't been straight none of the time Too many days of fightin' the weather And too many nights of not being together. So he died. The welfare people provided the priest A couple from the mission down the street Sang Amazing Grace and no one cried Cept some lady in black way off to the side.Let him roll, boys let him roll I bet he's gone to dallas rest his soul Let him roll, boys let him roll He always thought that heaven Was just a dallas whore 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.