(originally by Gillian Welch)
Look out boys, 'cause I'm a rollin' stone
That's the way it's been since I first left home
Took every secret I'd ever known
And headed for the wall
Like a wrecking ball
Started down this road to sin
Playin' bass under a pseudonym
The days were rough it was all quite dim
But my mind cuts through it all
Like a wrecking ball
I was just a little Deadhead
Who is watching, who is watching?
I was just a little Deadhead
A darling daughter on a scholarship
Well I got tired and let my average slip
Then I was a farmer in the pogonip
Where the weed that I recall
Was like a wrecking ball
I met a lovesick daughter of the San Joaquin
She showed me colors that 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 my wrist
Yes, I remember when first we kissed
Though it was nothing at all
Like a wrecking ball
Hey boys, was just little Deadhead
Who is watching, who is watching?
I was just a little Deadhead
With too much trouble for me to shake
Oh, the weather and the blinding ache
Was riding high until the '89 quake
Hit the Santa Cruz Garden Mall
Like a wrecking ball
I was just a little Deadhead
Who is watching, who is watching?
I was just a little Deadhead
Who is watching, who is watching?
Who is watching, who is watching?
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