Rodney Crowell - The rock of my soul

^AThe rock of my soul went to church on sunday, T^F#mhe rock of my soul went to work on monday, C^Alean across the leves by the railroad tracks, Th^F#me other side of houston in a two room shack. Sw^Deeping out confetti from a third grade classroom, Th^F#me rock of my soul pushed a dust mop broom. Th^Ae rock of my soul didn't have much luck, He ^F#mcame to town grinnin on a flat bed truck. The^A rock of my soul didn't have much charm, With^F#m the lack of eductaion on a red dirt farm. He wa^Ds fond of disapearing on an eight day drunk, Comin^F#mg Home smelling like a low down skunk.

Do^G like I say, not ^F#mlike I do and you might^D make me proud^A. An^Gother Houston kid ^F#mon a downhill skid for^D crying out lo^Aud.

I^A'm a first hand witness to an age old crime, A ^F#mman who hits a woman isn't worth a dime. 5,^A 6, 7, 8, 9 years old, Th^F#mats what I remember about the rock of my soul. I t^Dold him I would kill him if he did not stop it, But ^F#mthe rock of my soul just would not drop it.

^GI learned to lie like dirt, ^F#mI could steal your shirt and , t^Dalk with a gu^An. A^Gnother Houston kid^F#m on a downhill skid like f^Dather like so^An.

^ANow I got out of prison 'bout a year ago, ^F#mSeven long years really went by slow. I^D didn't kill my daddy but my momma tried, S^F#mhe shot him with a pistol and he like to a died. I^D'm on probation living straight and true, a^F#mnd there's every indication that the past is through. Th^Dat's all I know, 'bout the rock of my ^Asoul.