Written by David Rawlings/Gillian Welch
A A D A Well now boys, I'm a rollin' stone E E D A that's what I was when I first left home D D A A Took every secret that I ever known F#m E D D and headed for the wall F#m E A A Like a wrecking ball A A D A Started down on the holy road of sin E E D A Playin' bass under a pseudonym D D A A The days were rough and it's all quite dim F#m E D D but my mind cuts through it all F#m E A A Like a wrecking ball Chorus D D A F#m I was just a little deadhead D A D A Who's watching, Who is watching F#m F#m D D I's just a little deadhead Fallen daughter on a scholarship Well I got tired and let my average slip Then I's a farmer in the Pogonip where the weed that I recall was like a wrecking ball Met a lovesick daughter of the San Joaquin she showed me colors I'd never seen drank the bottom out of my canteen then left me in the fall like a wrecking ball Standin' there in the autum mist Jack and Coke at the end of my wrist yes I remember when first we kissed though it was nothing at all like a wrecking ball Chorus D D A F#m Hey boys just a little deadhead D A D A Who's watching, Who is watching F#m F#m D D I was just a little deadhead With too much trouble for me to shake Oh, the weather and the blindin' ache was riding high untill the '89 quake hit the Santa Cruz Garden Mall like a wrecking ball