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The Rock Of My Soul ukulele

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The rock of my soul went to church on sunday,
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The rock of my soul went to work on monday,
 A
Clean across the leves by the railroad tracks,
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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)

  G                F#m                    D             A
Do like I say, not like I do and you might make me proud.
  G                 F#m                   D             A
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,
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A man who hits a woman isn't worth a dime.
  A
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.

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I learned to lie like dirt,
F#m                             D            A
I could steal your shirt and , talk with a gun.
 G                 F#m                       D            A
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,
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She shot him with a pistol and he like to a died.
 D
I'm on probation living straight and true,
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and there's every indication that the past is through.
  D                                     A
That's all I know, 'bout the rock of my soul.

            
            
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