OneBlackSheep

One Black Sheep - Mat Kearney

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 ac

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

Money in my pocket

Shoes on my feet

But i still felt like the one black sheep