Wrecking Ball
Writers Gillian Welch and David Rawlings
Album: Soul Journey
Key of A  (album may be in key of B?)
This is easier for me to play and sing


A        A           D       A
Well now boys, I'm a rollin' stone

E           E             D         A
that's what I was when I first left home

D          D           A      A
Took every secret that I ever known

F#m        E       D     D
and headed for the wall

F#      E       A    A
Like a wrecking ball


A       A        D            A
Started down on the holy road of sin

E        E     D      A
Playin' bass under a pseudonym

D         D          A         A
The days were rough and it's all quite dim

F#m     E         D       D
but my mind cuts through it all

F#      E       A    A
Like a wrecking ball

Chorus
D      D      A     F#
I was just a little deadhead

D       A        D      A
Who's watching, Who is watching

F#      F#       D      D
I's just a little 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 deadhead

Who's watching, Who is watching

I was just a little 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