Wrecking Ball - Gillian Welch Soul Journey F C F C Am G F Am G C

^CWell now boys, I'm a ^Frollin' s^Ctone ^Gthat's what I was when I ^Ffirst left^C home ^FTook every secret that ^CI ever known and ^Amheaded ^Gfor the w^Fall ^AmLike a ^Gwrecking ^Cball

^CStarted down on the h^Foly road of ^Csin ^GPlayin' bass under a ^Fpseudo-n^Cym ^FThe days were rough and it's ^Call quite dim but my ^Ammind cuts t^Ghrough it ^Fall ^AmLike a ^Gwrecking ^Cball

Chorus F Am G F C F C I was just a little deadhead Who's watching, Who is watching

^FI's ^Amjust a little deadhead ^G ^FFallen ^Cdaughter on a ^Fscholar-^Cship ^GWell I got tired and let my^F average ^Cslip ^FThen I's a farmer in the ^CPogonip with the ^Amweed that ^GI ^Frecall was ^Amlike a ^Gwrecking ^Cball

^CMet a lovesick daughter of the ^FSan ^CJoaquin ^Gshe showed me colors I'd ^Fnever ^Cseen ^Fdrank the bottom out of m^Cy canteen then ^Amleft me ^Gin the ^Ffall ^Amlike a ^Gwrecking ^Cball

^CStandin' there in the ^Fautumn m^Cist ^GJack and Coke at the e^Fnd-of-my^C-wrist ^Fyes I remember when ^Cfirst we kissed ^Amthough it was ^Gnothing at ^Fall ^Amlike a ^Gwrecking ^Cball

Chorus

^GOh, the weather and the ^Fblind-in ^Cache ^Fwas riding high till the '^C89 quake hit the S^Amanta ^GCruz Garden ^FMall ^Amlike a ^Gwrecking ^Cball

Gillian Welch - Wrecking ball