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