[Verse 1] I was born a love child of the '70s Touched down at Sacred Heart Three boys in a treehouse family Saw the lights 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
[Pre-Hook] 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
[Hook] (x2) Singing Ooh ooh ooh, ay Ooh ooh ooh, ay Won't somebody tell me What's wrong with me?
[Verse 2] Packed up in Eugene, Oregon Amtrak wearin' soccer cleats Headed south to California Conference player of the week But at night I dreamed of Graceland Stealing my friend Kyle's guitar On the racquetball courts playing Songs for homeless broken hearts
[Pre-Hook 2] There was money in my pocket Shoes on my feet But I always felt like the one black sheep Got a good education On Hobart Street But there's no books on the one black sheep
[Hook] (x2)
[Verse 3] Two dropouts headed eastbound Chevy truck with no A/C Star light, Fort Kearney Campground Said why not Tennessee? Got fire in my bones, boy Got words to say Lord knows I'm not home But I'm on my way with
[Pre-Hook 3] Money in my pocket Shoes on my feet But I still feel 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
[Hook] (x4)
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