Black Sheep
I.
well I wasn’t born the black sheep
I took that color on by myself
Wasn’t born the black sheep
I took that color on by myself
seemed like a waste of natural talent
to be somebody else
II.
didn’t set out to be a rebel
I’m just bad at bein’ good
didn’t set out to be a rebel
I’m just bad at bein’ good
I’m ain’t a devil, I just have me some trouble
doin’ what I should
BRIDGE:
Mama used to cry,
“Child you’re gonna send me to an early grave”
I’d just hug her neck, say,
“Mama, it ain’t too late to save me”
III.
Well, it took some time in lock-down
but I learned my lesson well
it took some time in lock-down
but I learned my lesson well
Listen to your Mama, love the Lord
and you’ll avoid the fiery pits of hell
I said, “ listen to your Mama, love the Lord
and you might live to tell your tale”