Wrecking Ball Lyrics

Wrecking Ball
Writers Gillian Welch and David Rawlings
Key of A (album may be in key of B?)
This is easier for me to play and sing
Well now boys, I'm a rollin' stone
that's what I was when I first left home
Took every secret that I ever known
and headed for the wall
Like a wrecking ball
Started down on the holy road of sin
Playin' bass under a pseudonym
The days were rough and it's all quite dim
but my mind cuts through it all
Like a wrecking ball
I was just a little deadhead
Who's watching, Who is watching
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
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