A The rock of my soul went to church on sunday, F#m The rock of my soul went to work on monday, A 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) 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) A I'm a first hand witness to an age old crime, F#m 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. G 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. A 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. D A That's all I know, 'bout the rock of my soul.