Wrecking Ball - Gillian Welch
Soul Journey
Capo 3

            
Well now boys,

             
 I'm a rollin'

 
 stone
            
that's what I 

             
was when I fir

        
st left home
            
Took every sec

             
ret that I eve

  
r known
          
and headed for

          
 the wall
          
Like a wreckin

      
g ball


            
Started down o

             
n the holy roa

  
d of sin
            
Playin' bass u

       
nder a pseudon

ym
            
The days were 

             
rough and it's

   
 all quite dim
          
but my mind cu

           
ts through it 

all
          
Like a wreckin

      
g ball

Chorus
            
I was just a l

     
ittle deadhead
            
Who's watching

         
, Who is watch

ing
        
I's just a lit

         
tle deadhead

Fallen daughter on a scholarship
Well I got tired and let my average slip
Then I's a farmer in the Pogonip
where the weed that I recall
was like a wrecking ball

Met a lovesick daughter of the San Joaquin
she showed me colors I'd never seen
drank the bottom out of my canteen
then left me in the fall
like a wrecking ball

Standin' there in the autum mist
Jack and Coke at the end of my wrist
yes I remember when first we kissed
though it was nothing at all
like a wrecking ball

Chorus
            
Hey boys just 

        
a little deadh

ead
            
Who's watching

         
, Who is watch

ing
        
I was just a l

           
ittle deadhead

With too much trouble for me to shake
Oh, the weather and the blindin' ache
was riding high untill the '89 quake
hit the Santa Cruz Garden Mall
like a wrecking ball