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.