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The rock of my soul went to church on sunday,
F#m
The rock of my soul went to work on monday,
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Clean across the leves by the railroad tracks,
F#m
The other side of houston in a two room shack.
D
Sweeping out confetti from a third grade classroom,
F#m
The rock of my soul pushed a dust mop broom.
A
The rock of my soul didn't have much luck,
F#m
He came to town grinnin on a flat bed truck.
A
The rock of my soul didn't have much charm,
F#m
With the lack of eductaion on a red dirt farm.
D
He was fond of disapearing on an eight day drunk,
F#m
Coming Home smelling like a low down skunk.
and he said.... (Start Strum)
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Do like I say, not like I do and you might make me proud.
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Another Houston kid on a downhill skid for crying out loud.
(Back to Pickin)
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I'm a first hand witness to an age old crime,
F#m
A man who hits a woman isn't worth a dime.
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5, 6, 7, 8, 9 years old,
F#m
Thats what I remember about the rock of my soul.
D
I told him I would kill him if he did not stop it,
F#m
But the rock of my soul just would not drop it.
G
I learned to lie like dirt,
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I could steal your shirt and , talk with a gun.
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Another Houston kid on a downhill skid like father like son.
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Now I got out of prison 'bout a year ago,
F#m
Seven long years really went by slow.
D
I didn't kill my daddy but my momma tried,
F#m
She shot him with a pistol and he like to a died.
D
I'm on probation living straight and true,
F#m
and there's every indication that the past is through.
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That's all I know, 'bout the rock of my soul.
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