On the back side of Dallas
In the dingy bar on a worn out stool she sits
And her trembling hand thumbeles for
Another king side 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
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