The Back Side of Dallas

On the back side of Dallas
In the dingy bar on a wornout stool she sits
And her trembling hand trembles
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 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 feeling 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