Wrecking Ball

F C | G     | F  C  | F     | C     |
    | Am G  | F     | Am G  | C     |

C                    F        C
Well now boys, I'm a rollin' stone
G                        F          C
That's what I was when I first left home
F                            C
I took every secret that I'd ever known
    Am     G        F      Am      G           C
and headed for the wall       Like a wrecking ball

C                F            C
Started down the holy road of sin
G                    F      C
Playin' bass under a pseudonym
F                            C
The days were rough and it's all quite dim
       Am         G         F      Am      G           C
but my mind cuts through it all       Like a wrecking ball

F         Am                       G   F      C        F      C
I     was just a little deadhead       Who's watching, who is watching
F         Am                       G   F      C             F      C
I     was just a little deadhead       Fallen daughter on a scholarship

G                           F        C
Well, I got tired and let my average slip
F                        C
Then I's a farmer in the Pogonip
         Am        G   F      Am            G         C
with the weed that I recall      was like a wrecking ball

C                              F   C
Met a lovesick daughter of the San Joaquin
G                        F     C
She showed me colors I'd never seen
F                        C
Drank the bottom out of my canteen
Am        G      F      Am      G           C
then left in the fall      like a wrecking ball

C                     F       C
Standin' there in the morning mist
G                   F         C
Tug the coat at the end of my wrist
F                    C
Yes, I remember when first we kissed
Am            G          F      Am      G           C
though it was nothing at all       like a wrecking ball

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

F        C           F     C
Too much trouble for me to shake
G                       F        C
Oh, the weather and the blindin' ache
F                         C
was riding high till the '89 quake
Am            G           F       Am      G           C
hit the Santa Cruz Garden Mall       like a wrecking ball

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