Wrecking Ball - Gillian Welch Soul Journey

^AWell now ^Aboys, I'm a ^Drollin' ^Astone ^Ethat's what ^EI was when I f^Dirst left ^Ahome ^DTook every ^Dsecret that ^AI ever ^Aknown ^F#mand headed ^Efor the ^Dwall ^D ^F#mLike a w^Erecking ^Aball ^A

^AStarted ^Adown on t^Dhe holy road ^Aof sin ^EPlayin' b^Eass un^Dder a p^Aseudonym ^DThe days w^Dere rough a^And it's al^Al quite dim ^F#mbut my m^Eind cuts t^Dhrough i^Dt all ^F#mLike a w^Erecking ^Aball ^A

Chorus

^DI was j^Dust a l^Aittle ^F#mdeadhead ^DWho's wa^Atching, W^Dho is w^Aatching ^F#mI's just^F#m a little^D deadhe^Dad

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

^DHey boys j^Dust a l^Aittle ^F#mdeadhead ^DWho's wa^Atching, W^Dho is w^Aatching ^F#mI was just^F#m a little^D deadhe^Dad

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

Gillian Welch - Wrecking ball