| Well now, boys, I’m a rollin stone.
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| That’s what I was when I just left home.
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| I took every secret that I’d ever known
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| And headed for the wall
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| Like a wrecking ball.
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| Started down a little road of sin
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| Playin bass under a pseudonym.
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| The days were rough, and it’s all quite dim,
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| But my mind cuts through it all
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| Like a wrecking ball.
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| Oh, just a little dead head
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| Who is watching,
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| Who is watching.
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| I’s just a little dead head.
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| Got a daughter on a scholarship.
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| I got tired and let my hearing slip.
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| And I’s a farmer in a poor (?)
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| With a weed that I recall
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| Like a wrecking ball.
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| I met a lovesick daughter of the San Joaquin.
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| She showed me colors I’d never seen
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| And drank the bottom out of my canteen
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| Then left me in the fall
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| Like a wreckin ball.
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| Standin there in the morning mist,
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| And tug a cord at the end of my wrist.
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| Yes, I remember when we first kissed,
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| Though it was nothin at all
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| Like a wreckin ball.
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| Hey, boys, a little dead head
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| Who is watching,
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| Who is watching.
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| I’s just a little dead head,
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| With too much trouble for me to shake.
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| Oh, the weather and the blinded ache
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| Was riding high until the eighty-nine quake
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| Hit the Santa Cruz Garden Mall
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| Like a wreckin ball. |