Gillian Welch - Wrecking Ball Lyrics
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Wrecking Ball
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What Are The Lyrics For Wrecking Ball By Gillian Welch?
Look out boys, 'cause 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 road to 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 I won a dollar on a scholarship Well, I got tired and let my average slip Then I's a farmer in the pogonip Of a 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 morning mist A Jack & Coke at the end my wrist 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 |
Who Wrote Wrecking Ball By Gillian Welch?
David Todd Rawlings, Gillian Howard Welch
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What's The Duration Of The Wrecking Ball By Gillian Welch?The duration of Wrecking Ball is 4:56 minutes and seconds. |
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