Back Side Of Dallas

On the back side of Dallas, in the dingy bar

On a wornout stool she sits

And her trembling hand thumbles for another

Kingsize filter cigarette

She blows a puff of smoke then settles back

And look across that light blue haze

And from the back side of Dallas her mind goes

Driftin' back to other days

Meet me in Dallas on June, the 23rd, his letter read

On the greyhound of this big town she

Came to be with him just like he said

Then suddenly he left her for reasons

That she still don't understand

And on the back side of Dallas

A girl must turn her way as best as she can

It's a long way to Dallas for a small town girl

From the middle of Tennessee

A tenth grade education won't get you

No kinda job here in big D hunger pains

And prides are things that just don't go hand in hand

For long

And on the back side of Dallas

A hungry small town girl can't find a home

On the back side of Dallas nervously she takes another pill

On the back side of Dallas tonight like other nights

She drinks her fill

She pays the man behind the bar

And leave the change for twenty dollar

Bill If you're ever feelin' lonesome, man

You want to find someone who feels the same

She's on the back side of Dallas

Where every taxi driver knows her name

She's on the back side of Dallas where

Every taxi driver knows her name