Date: Wed, 23 Aug 1995 17:07:13 -0600
From: jtb@xmission.com (J.T. Broderick)
Subject: Knitters: Call Of The Wreckin' Ball.crd

Call Of The Wreckin' Ball
by Dave Alvin and John Doe
The Knitters, "Poor Little Critter On The Road", Slash Records, 1985
X, "Live At The Whiskey A Go Go On The Fabulous Sunet Strip", Elektra, 1988

The Knitters are:  Exene Cervenka (vocals), John Doe (vocals, acoustic
guitar), Dave Alvin (acoustic and electic guitar), D.J. Bonebrake (drums),
Johnny Ray Bartel (bass)

Intro:
E-type barre chords (top four(?) strings) G  F#  F  E


E
Well I woke up this morning, lookin' for kicks
E
Went out to the barnyard to stomp on some chicks
E            A               B7                           E
They call me Wreckin' Ball, 'cause I'm the baddest of 'em all

E
I got a bullet head and one stray eye, my back's been broken twice
E
Wear overalls and big ol' boots, my pants is filled with lice
E            A               B7                           E
They call me Wreckin' Ball, 'cause I'm the baddest of 'em all

E             
I'll stomp on an egg, or I'll stomp on a duck
E
Geese or cornish hens, I don't give a fuck
E            A               B7                           E
They call me Wreckin' Ball, 'cause I'm the baddest of 'em all


Chorus:
A
Roosters and hens, 
A
And all their feathered friends,
A    E  
They know it's time to fly 
E
When I come stompin' by
E    A
Well cockle-doodle-doo,
A
I'm gonna put my tread on you, 
B7                          A   E
That's the call of the Wreckin' Ball


Well everybody asks why I'm such a bastard 
Well wringing their necks ain't no fun and stompin' kills 'em faster
They call me Wreckin' Ball, 'cause I'm the baddest of 'em all

If your fowl's gone foul, you can't count on loafers
Just look me up and I'll stomp right over
They call me Wreckin' Ball, 'cause I'm the baddest of 'em all

The life I lead is mighty slim pickins
There ain't much call for stompin' on chickens
They call me Wreckin' Ball, 'cause I'm the baddest of 'em all

(repeat chorus)

Well every night I pluck the feathers from my shoes
And sing a little bit of these chicken stompin' blues
They call me Wreckin' Ball, 'cause I'm the baddest of 'em all
 
E                  A              B7
Yeah, they call me Wreckin' Ball
(no chord)                   E
Cause I'm the baddest of 'em all!
--Justin T. Broderick
  SLC, Utah
  jtb@xmission.com