Back Side of Dallas - Jeannie C. Riley

On the back side of Dallas in the dingy bar on a wornout stool she sits

And her trembling hand thumbeles for another kingside 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