On the backside of Dallas, in a dingy bar, on a worn-out stool, she sits And her trembling hand fumbles for another king-size filter cigarette She blows a puff of smoke and settles back and looks across the light blue haze And from the backside of Dallas, her mind goes drifting back to other days Meet me in Dallas on June the 23rd, his letter read On a greyhound to 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 in the backside of Dallas, a girl must learn her way as best she can It's a long way to Dallas for a small-town girl from the middle of Tennessee And a tenth-grade education won't get you no kind of job here in Big D Hunger, pains, and pride and danger just don't go hand-in-hand for long And on the backside of Dallas, a hungry small-town girl can find a home On the backside of Dallas, nervously she takes another pill On the backside of Dallas, tonight like other nights, she drank her fill She pays the man behind the bar and leaves a change for a $20 bill If you're ever feeling lonesome and you want to find someone who feels the same She's on the backside of Dallas where every taxi driver knows her name She's on the backside of Dallas where every taxi driver knows her name