Wrecking Ball

Gillian Welch

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    Well now boys, I'm a rollin' stone
    That's what I was when I first left home
    I took every secret that I'd 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

    Oh, just a little deadhead
    Who is watching, who is watching
    I's just a little deadhead

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    Fallen daughter on a scholarship
    Well, I got tired and let my average slip
    Then I's a farmer in the Pogonip
    With a weed that I recall
    Was like a wrecking ball

    I met a lovesick daughter of the San Joaquin
    She showed me colors I'd never seen
    Drank the bottom out of my canteen
    And left me in the fall
    Like a wrecking ball

    Standin' there, in the morning mist
    A Jack & Coke at the end my wrist
    Yes, I remember when first we kissed
    'Though it was nothing at all
    Like a wrecking ball

    Hey boys, a little deadhead
    Who's watching, who's watching
    I's just a little deadhead

    With too much trouble for me to shake
    Oh, the weather and the blindin' ache
    Was ridin' high until the '89 quake
    Hit the Santa Cruz Garden Mall
    Like a wrecking ball

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    Composición: David Rawlings y Gillian Welch

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