On the back side of Dallas in the dingy bar on a wornout stool she sits
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And her trembling hand thumbeles for another kingside filter cigarette
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She blows a puff of smoke then settles back and look across that light blue haze
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And from the back side of Dallas her mind goes driftin' back to other days
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Meet me in Dallas on June the 23rd his letter read
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On the greyhound of this big town she came to be with him just like he said
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Then suddenly he left her for reasons that she still don't understand
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And on the back side of Dallas a girl must turn her way as best as she can
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It's a long way to Dallas for a small twon girl from the middle of Tennessee
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A tenth grade education won't get you no kinda job here in big D
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Hunger pains and prides are things that just don't go hand in hand for long
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And on the back side of Dallas a hungry small town girl can't find a home
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On the back side of Dallas nervously she takes another pill
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On the back side of Dallas tonight like other nights she drinks her fill
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She pays the man behind the bar and leave the change for twenty dollar bill
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If you're ever feelin' lonesome man you want to find someone who feels the same
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She's on the back side of Dallas where every taxi driver knows her name
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She's on the back side of Dallas where every taxi driver knows her name
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Back Side Of Dallas
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| Jeannie C. Riley |
