One Black Sheep

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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 --- One Black Sheep - Mat Kearney