The Rock of My Soul Rodney Crowell
The rock of my s[A]oul went to church on sunday,
T[F#m]he rock of my soul went to work on monday,
C[A]lean across the leves by the railroad tracks,
Th[F#m]e other side of houston in a two room shack.
Sw[D]eeping out confetti from a third grade classroom,
Th[F#m]e rock of my soul pushed a dust mop broom.
Th[A]e rock of my soul didn't have much luck,
He [F#m]came to town grinnin on a flat bed truck.
The[A] rock of my soul didn't have much charm,
With[F#m] the lack of eductaion on a red dirt farm.
He wa[D]s fond of disapearing on an eight day drunk,
Comin[F#m]g Home smelling like a low down skunk.
and he said.... (Start Strum)
Do[G] like I say, not [F#m]like I do and you might[D] make me proud[A].
An[G]other Houston kid [F#m]on a downhill skid for[D] crying out lo[A]ud.
(Back to Pickin)
I[A]'m a first hand witness to an age old crime,
A [F#m]man who hits a woman isn't worth a dime.
5,[A] 6, 7, 8, 9 years old,
Th[F#m]ats what I remember about the rock of my soul.
I t[D]old him I would kill him if he did not stop it,
But [F#m]the rock of my soul just would not drop it.
[G]I learned to lie like dirt,
[F#m]I could steal your shirt and , t[D]alk with a gu[A]n.
A[G]nother Houston kid[F#m] on a downhill skid like f[D]ather like so[A]n.
[A]Now I got out of prison 'bout a year ago,
[F#m]Seven long years really went by slow.
I[D] didn't kill my daddy but my momma tried,
S[F#m]he shot him with a pistol and he like to a died.
I[D]'m on probation living straight and true,
a[F#m]nd there's every indication that the past is through.
Th[D]at's all I know, 'bout the rock of my [A]soul.
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