Lyrics:

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.