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 wearin' soccer cleats

Headed south to California

Conference player of the week

But at night I dream of Graceland

Stealing my friend Kyle's guitar

On the racquetball courts playing

Songs for homeless broken heart 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 fire in my bones boy

God works to save

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