|
My daddy was a brake man |
|
On a highball travelin' train |
|
An' momma, she raised four little children |
|
And a family had a good name |
|
An' poppa and momma wanted |
|
Everything for us they never had |
|
And big brother, little brother and sister too |
|
None of them turned out half bad accept me |
|
Yeah, I'm the black sheep of the family |
|
And big brother went to college |
|
And became a doctor man |
|
I guess he makes about a million dollars a year |
|
Off the folks on insurance plans |
|
He's got a big long Mercedes-Benz |
|
And a house over-looking the town |
|
He sits in his jacuzzi and he watches the sun go down |
|
And he feels real sorry for me |
|
'Cause I'm the black sheep of the family |
|
I drive me a big ol' semi truck |
|
I'm makin' payments on a two room shack |
|
My wife she waits on tables |
|
And at night she rubs my back |
|
And I tell her what my poppa said to my momma |
|
When he got off a highball train |
|
'Wake me up early, be good to my dogs |
|
And teach my children to pray' |
|
The little sister married a banker |
|
Yeah, he owns a country club |
|
He bought her a big ol' racing horse |
|
And a funky looking little dog |
|
He buys her big rings and diamonds |
|
And a brand new Japanese yacht |
|
And they like to get together an' talk about all the things they've got |
|
But they never mention me, no, no |
|
Yeah, I'm the black sheep of the family |
|
I drive me a big ol' semi truck |
|
I'm makin' payments on a two room shack |
|
My wife she waits on tables |
|
And at night she rubs my back |
|
And I tell her what my poppa said to my momma |
|
When he got off a highball train |
|
'Wake me up early, be good to my dogs |
|
And teach my children to pray' |
|
I beg you, woman |
|
'Wake me up early, be good to my dogs |
|
And teach my children to pray, Lord' |
