I was born a love child of the '70s
Touch down at Sacred Heart
Three boys and a treehouse family
Saw the light from the reservoir
Mamma told me angels are watching us
In a green Volkswagen van
In the cities of hippies and angels
Just singing along to a Amy Grant
There was money in my pocket
Shoes on my feet
But I always felt like the one black sheep
There was food on the table
A place to sleep
But there's no rest for the one black sheep
Singing
Ooh ooh ooh, ay
Ooh ooh ooh, ay
Won't somebody tell me
What's wrong with me?
Singing
Ooh ooh ooh, ay
Ooh ooh ooh, ay
Won't somebody tell me
What's wrong with me?
Packed up in Eugene, Oregon
Amtrak went soccer cleats
Headed south to California
Conference player of the week
But at night I dream of Graceland
Stealing my friend Carl's guitar
On the racquetball courts playing
Songs for homeless broken
There was money in my pocket
Shoes on my feet
But I always felt like the one black sheep
Got a good education
On O'Bart Street
But there's no books on the one black sheep
Singing
Ooh ooh ooh, ay
Ooh ooh ooh, ay
Won't somebody tell me
What's wrong with me?
Singing
Ooh ooh ooh, ay
Ooh ooh ooh, ay
Won't somebody tell me
What's wrong with me?
Two dropouts head eastbound
Chevy truck with no A/C
Starlite Fort Kearney Campground
Said why not Tennessee
Got fiber in my bones for
God works to save
Lord know I'm not home
But I'm on my way with
There was money in my pocket
Shoes on my feet
But I always felt like the one black sheep
Got these 3 guitar chords
And the road under my feet
But there's no place for the one black sheep
Singing
Ooh ooh ooh, ay
Ooh ooh ooh, ay
Won't somebody tell me
What's wrong with me?
Singing
Ooh ooh ooh, ay
Ooh ooh ooh, ay
Won't somebody tell me
What's wrong with me?
'Cause there's no rest for the one black sheep
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