Back Side of Dallas

On the back side of Dallas in the dingy bar
On a wornout stool she sits
And her trembling hand fumbuls 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 twon 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...