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