Wrecking Ball

Gillian Welch · Soul Journey [2003]

Look out boys, 'cause I'm a rollin' stone.

That's what I was when I just left home.

I took every secret that I'd ever known

And headed for the wall

Like a wrecking ball.



Started down a little 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's watching,

Who's watching.

I's just a little 'Deadhead.



Won a dollar on a scholarship.

I got tired and let my average slip.

And I's a farmer in the pogonip

Of 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

And drank the bottom out of my canteen

Then left me in the fall

Like a wrecking ball.



Standin there in the morning mist,

A Jack & 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, a little 'Deadhead

Who's watching,

Who's watching.

I's just a little 'Deadhead,



Too much trouble for me to shake

Oh, the weather and the blinding ache

We was ridin high 'til the eighty-nine quake

Hit the Santa Cruz Garden Mall

Like a wrecking ball.