Текст и слова песни Gillian Welch – Wrecking Ball
Well now, boys, 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 dead head
Who is watching,
Who is watching.
I's just a little dead head.
Got a daughter on a scholarship.
I got tired and let my hearing slip.
And I's a farmer in a poor (?)
With a weed that I recall
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 wreckin ball.
Standin there in the morning mist,
And tug a cord at the end of my wrist.
Yes, I remember when we first kissed,
Though it was nothin at all
Like a wreckin ball.
Hey, boys, a little dead head
Who is watching,
Who is watching.
I's just a little dead head,
With too much trouble for me to shake.
Oh, the weather and the blinded ache
Was riding high until the eighty-nine quake
Hit the Santa Cruz Garden Mall
Like a wreckin ball.
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 dead head
Who is watching,
Who is watching.
I's just a little dead head.
Got a daughter on a scholarship.
I got tired and let my hearing slip.
And I's a farmer in a poor (?)
With a weed that I recall
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 wreckin ball.
Standin there in the morning mist,
And tug a cord at the end of my wrist.
Yes, I remember when we first kissed,
Though it was nothin at all
Like a wreckin ball.
Hey, boys, a little dead head
Who is watching,
Who is watching.
I's just a little dead head,
With too much trouble for me to shake.
Oh, the weather and the blinded ache
Was riding high until the eighty-nine quake
Hit the Santa Cruz Garden Mall
Like a wreckin ball.
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