Written By Rodney Crowell
Capo 2
Pickin' Patterns....
~~~G Chord~~~
~~~Em~~~
~~~C~~~
The Same Picking Pattern Gets applied to all chords where it is needed.
[G]The rock of my soul went to church on sunday,
T[Em]he rock of my soul went to work on monday,
C[G]lean across the leves by the railroad tracks,
Th[Em]e other side of houston in a two room shack.
Sw[C]eeping out confetti from a third grade classroom,
Th[Em]e rock of my soul pushed a dust mop broom.
Th[G]e rock of my soul didn't have much luck,
He [Em]came to town grinnin on a flat bed truck.
The[G] rock of my soul didn't have much charm,
With[Em] the lack of eductaion on a red dirt farm.
He wa[C]s fond of disapearing on an eight day drunk,
Comin[Em]g Home smelling like a low down skunk.
and he said.... (Start Strum)
Do[F] like I say, [Em]not like I do and you [C]might make me [G]proud.
An[F]other Houston kid [Em]on a downhill skid for[C] crying out [G]loud.
(Back to Pickin)
I[G]'m a first hand witness to an age old crime,
A [Em]man who hits a woman isn't worth a dime.
5,[G] 6, 7, 8, 9 years old,
Th[Em]ats what I remember about the rock of my soul.
I t[C]old him I would kill him if he did not stop it,
But [Em]the rock of my soul just would not drop it.
[F]I learned to lie like dirt,
[Em]I could steal your shirt and , [C]talk with a g[G]un.
A[F]nother Houston kid[Em] on a downhill skid like [C]father like s[G]on.
[G]Now I got out of prison 'bout a year ago,
[Em]Seven long years really went by slow.
I[G] didn't kill my daddy but my momma tried,
S[Em]he shot him with a pistol and he like to a died.
I[C]'m on probation living straight and true,
a[Em]nd there's every indication that the past is through.
Th[C]at's all I know, 'bout the rock of my [G]soul.
Repeat G, Em 5x then end.
Capo 2
Pickin' Patterns....
~~~G Chord~~~
G----------0-------
D----0-------0-----
A------------------
E--3----3----------
~~~Em~~~
G-----------0------
D-----2-------2----
A------------------
E--0-----0---------
~~~C~~~
B-----------1------
G-----0--------0---
D------------------
A--3-----3---------
E------------------
The Same Picking Pattern Gets applied to all chords where it is needed.
[G]The rock of my soul went to church on sunday,
T[Em]he rock of my soul went to work on monday,
C[G]lean across the leves by the railroad tracks,
Th[Em]e other side of houston in a two room shack.
Sw[C]eeping out confetti from a third grade classroom,
Th[Em]e rock of my soul pushed a dust mop broom.
Th[G]e rock of my soul didn't have much luck,
He [Em]came to town grinnin on a flat bed truck.
The[G] rock of my soul didn't have much charm,
With[Em] the lack of eductaion on a red dirt farm.
He wa[C]s fond of disapearing on an eight day drunk,
Comin[Em]g Home smelling like a low down skunk.
and he said.... (Start Strum)
Do[F] like I say, [Em]not like I do and you [C]might make me [G]proud.
An[F]other Houston kid [Em]on a downhill skid for[C] crying out [G]loud.
(Back to Pickin)
I[G]'m a first hand witness to an age old crime,
A [Em]man who hits a woman isn't worth a dime.
5,[G] 6, 7, 8, 9 years old,
Th[Em]ats what I remember about the rock of my soul.
I t[C]old him I would kill him if he did not stop it,
But [Em]the rock of my soul just would not drop it.
[F]I learned to lie like dirt,
[Em]I could steal your shirt and , [C]talk with a g[G]un.
A[F]nother Houston kid[Em] on a downhill skid like [C]father like s[G]on.
[G]Now I got out of prison 'bout a year ago,
[Em]Seven long years really went by slow.
I[G] didn't kill my daddy but my momma tried,
S[Em]he shot him with a pistol and he like to a died.
I[C]'m on probation living straight and true,
a[Em]nd there's every indication that the past is through.
Th[C]at's all I know, 'bout the rock of my [G]soul.
Repeat G, Em 5x then end.
