When you`re thinking of black sheep
Just take a look at me
I`m the blackest of black sheep
That ever left old Tennessee
Broke my dear old grey-haired mother`s heart
Broke my dear old grey-haired mother`s heart
Cause I would not do what good childs ought
Lord from the straight and narrow path I`ve strayed
From the straight and narrow path I`ve strayed
With regrets and sorrows I have paid
Just a black sheep roamin` round the town
Just a black sheep roamin` round the town
Like a tramp I`m always out and down
Lord always take the good old folks` advice
Always take the good old folks` advice
Before you leave it`s best that you think twice
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