Wrecking Ball - Gillian Welch
Soul Journey


[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
             
Well now boys,

             
 I'm a rollin'

  
 stone
             
That's what I 

             
was when I fir

        
st left home
             
I took every s

              
ecret that I'd

 
 ever known
           
and headed for

      
 the wall
           
   Like a wrec

      
king ball

[Verse 2]
             
Started down t

             
he holy road o

  
f 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 wrec

      
king ball

[Chorus]
          
 I  was just a

              
 little deadhe

   
ad
            
  Who's watchi

          
ng, who is wat

ching
          
 I  was just a

              
 little deadhe

   
ad

[Verse 3]
            
  Fallen daugh

             
ter on a schol

    
arship
             
  Well, I got 

              
tired and let 

      
my average sli

p
             
  Then I's a f

        
armer in the P

ogonip
            
with the weed 

        
that I recall
            
   was like a 

         
wrecking ball

[Verse 4]
             
 I met a loves

             
ick daughter o

             
f the San Joaq

uin
             
  She showed m

             
e colors I'd n

     
ever seen
             
  Drank the bo

             
ttom out of my

 canteen
           
then left in t

   
he fall
           
   like a wrec

      
king ball

[Verse 5]
             
  Standin' the

             
re in the morn

    
ing mist
             
  Jack and Cok

             
e at the end o

     
f my wrist
             
Yes, I remembe

       
r when first w

e kissed
            
though it was 

          
nothing at all
           
   like a wrec

      
king ball

[Chorus]
          
 Hey boys,    

              
 a little dead

     
head
            
  Who's watchi

           
ng, who is wat

ching
          
 I   was just 

              
a little deadh

     
ead

[Verse 6]
            
  Too much tro

             
uble  for me t

   
o shake
             
Oh, the weathe

             
r and the blin

     
din' ache
             
was riding hig

            
h till the '89

 quake
            
hit the Santa 

           
Cruz Garden Ma

ll
           
   like a wrec

      
king ball