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Sitting in this lonely town |
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Wondering when things are gonna change |
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Dreaming my life away and it seems |
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Them dreams they turned into a bunch of dust clouds |
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Getting my nerve up |
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But my past is pulling me down |
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Wondering how long |
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This black sheep can stick around |
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Somebody told me once before |
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You can never go home again once you leave |
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Say anything just to steer me away |
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From the truth of what I who I am and what I believe |
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So I thanked him for his two cents |
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With a shake and some sympathy |
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And I packed up my blue jeans and I headed |
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For the big prize of my freedom |
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Bye bye black sheep, black sheep of the family |
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Bye bye black sheep, how that means so much to me |
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Bye bye to my friends and to my family |
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Bye bye black sheep, going off and set my soul, set it free |
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Times they were changing |
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I did just a little re-arranging |
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Take a couple chances, my progress it advances |
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To that prize of my freedom |
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It's written in the stars |
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That steel bars never will a prison cell make |
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Once I find that sweet home |
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Or a place I like to call home anyway |
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Some people will say I'm crazy singing out loud |
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Like I do here on the street |
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When I got a song, I sing it out loud |
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And if you don't like that, my friend |
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Well, I'm gonna say to you |
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Bye bye black sheep, black sheep of the family |
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Bye bye black sheep, how that means so much to me |
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Bye bye to my friends and to my family |
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Bye bye black sheep, going off and set my soul, set it free |
