One Black Sheep Chords by Mat Kearney
Tempo:
110.35 bpm
Chords used:
F
Bb
C
Bbm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Bb] [F] [Bb] [F]
I [C] [F]
was born a love child of the 70s, touched down its sacred heart.
Three boys in a treehouse family saw the lights from [C] the [F] reservoir.
Mama told me angels are watching us in a green Volkswagen van.
In the cities of hippies and angel dust, singing along [C] to Amy [Bb] Grant.
There was [F] money in my pocket, shoes on my feet, [Bb]
but I [F] always felt like the [C] one black [Bbm] sheep.
There was [F] food on the [Bb] table, [F] a place to [Bb] sleep, [F] but there's no rest for the one black sheep.
Singing, [Bbm] won't [F] somebody tell me what's wrong with me?
Singing, [Bbm] won't [F] somebody tell me what's wrong with me?
Packed up in Eugene, [Bb] Oregon, [F] Amtrak wearing soccer cleats.
Headed south to California, conference [C] player of [F] the year.
At night I dreamed of [Bb] Graceland, [F] stealing my friend Kyle's guitar.
On the racquetball courts playing songs for homeless broken [Bb] hearts.
There was [F] money in my [Bb] pocket, [F] shoes on my feet, [Bbm]
but [F] I always felt like the one [C] black sheep.
[Bb] Got a [F] good [Bb] education [F] on Old Barton [Bb] Street, [F] but there's no books on [C] the one black sheep.
[F]
Singing, [Bb] won't [F]
somebody tell me [C] what's wrong with me?
[Bb] Singing, [F] [Bb]
won't [F] somebody tell me what's [C] wrong with [Bb] me?
[F] [Bb] [F]
[C] [F]
Two dropouts headed eastbound, Chevy truck with no AC, starlight for a car in the campground.
Said [C] why not [F] Tennessee?
Got fire in my bones for God was to say.
Lord knows I'm not home, but [C] I'm on my [Bb] way with [F] money in my [Bb] pocket, [F] shoes on my feet,
but I still feel like the [C] one black [Bb] sheep.
Got these [F] three guitar chords, the road under my feet, but there's no place for the one [C] black sheep.
[F] Singing, [Bb] [F] [Bb] won't [F] somebody tell me [C] what's wrong with [Bb] me?
[F] [Bb] [F] [Bb] Won't [F] somebody tell [C] me what's wrong with [Bb] me?
[F] [Bb] [F]
Won't somebody tell me what's wrong with [Bb] me?
[F] [Bb]
Won't [F] somebody tell me what's wrong with me?
There's no rest for the one black sheep.
I [C] [F]
was born a love child of the 70s, touched down its sacred heart.
Three boys in a treehouse family saw the lights from [C] the [F] reservoir.
Mama told me angels are watching us in a green Volkswagen van.
In the cities of hippies and angel dust, singing along [C] to Amy [Bb] Grant.
There was [F] money in my pocket, shoes on my feet, [Bb]
but I [F] always felt like the [C] one black [Bbm] sheep.
There was [F] food on the [Bb] table, [F] a place to [Bb] sleep, [F] but there's no rest for the one black sheep.
Singing, [Bbm] won't [F] somebody tell me what's wrong with me?
Singing, [Bbm] won't [F] somebody tell me what's wrong with me?
Packed up in Eugene, [Bb] Oregon, [F] Amtrak wearing soccer cleats.
Headed south to California, conference [C] player of [F] the year.
At night I dreamed of [Bb] Graceland, [F] stealing my friend Kyle's guitar.
On the racquetball courts playing songs for homeless broken [Bb] hearts.
There was [F] money in my [Bb] pocket, [F] shoes on my feet, [Bbm]
but [F] I always felt like the one [C] black sheep.
[Bb] Got a [F] good [Bb] education [F] on Old Barton [Bb] Street, [F] but there's no books on [C] the one black sheep.
[F]
Singing, [Bb] won't [F]
somebody tell me [C] what's wrong with me?
[Bb] Singing, [F] [Bb]
won't [F] somebody tell me what's [C] wrong with [Bb] me?
[F] [Bb] [F]
[C] [F]
Two dropouts headed eastbound, Chevy truck with no AC, starlight for a car in the campground.
Said [C] why not [F] Tennessee?
Got fire in my bones for God was to say.
Lord knows I'm not home, but [C] I'm on my [Bb] way with [F] money in my [Bb] pocket, [F] shoes on my feet,
but I still feel like the [C] one black [Bb] sheep.
Got these [F] three guitar chords, the road under my feet, but there's no place for the one [C] black sheep.
[F] Singing, [Bb] [F] [Bb] won't [F] somebody tell me [C] what's wrong with [Bb] me?
[F] [Bb] [F] [Bb] Won't [F] somebody tell [C] me what's wrong with [Bb] me?
[F] [Bb] [F]
Won't somebody tell me what's wrong with [Bb] me?
[F] [Bb]
Won't [F] somebody tell me what's wrong with me?
There's no rest for the one black sheep.
Key:
F
Bb
C
Bbm
F
Bb
C
Bbm
[Bb] _ [F] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [F] _ _ _
_ _ I _ [C] _ _ [F] _
was born a love child of the 70s, touched down its sacred heart.
Three boys in a treehouse family saw the lights from [C] the [F] reservoir.
Mama told me angels are watching us in a green Volkswagen van.
In the cities of hippies and angel dust, singing along [C] to Amy [Bb] Grant.
There was [F] money in my pocket, shoes on my feet, [Bb] _
but I [F] always felt like the [C] one black [Bbm] sheep.
There was [F] food on the [Bb] table, [F] a place to [Bb] sleep, [F] but there's no rest for the one black sheep.
Singing, _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bbm] won't [F] somebody tell me what's wrong with me?
Singing, _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bbm] won't [F] somebody tell me what's wrong with me?
Packed up in Eugene, [Bb] Oregon, [F] Amtrak wearing soccer cleats.
Headed south to California, conference [C] player of [F] the year.
At night I dreamed of [Bb] Graceland, [F] stealing my friend Kyle's guitar.
On the racquetball courts playing songs for homeless broken [Bb] hearts.
There was [F] money in my [Bb] pocket, [F] shoes on my feet, [Bbm]
but [F] I always felt like the one [C] black sheep.
[Bb] Got a [F] good [Bb] education [F] on Old Barton [Bb] Street, [F] but there's no books on [C] the one black sheep.
[F]
Singing, _ _ [Bb] won't [F] _ _ _
somebody tell me [C] what's wrong with me?
[Bb] Singing, _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb]
won't [F] somebody tell me what's [C] wrong with [Bb] me?
_ [F] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [F] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [F] _
Two dropouts headed eastbound, Chevy truck with no AC, starlight for a car in the campground.
Said [C] why not [F] Tennessee?
Got fire in my bones for God was to say.
Lord knows I'm not home, but [C] I'm on my [Bb] way with [F] money in my [Bb] pocket, [F] shoes on my feet,
but I still feel like the [C] one black [Bb] sheep.
Got these [F] three guitar chords, the road under my feet, _ but there's no place for the one [C] black sheep.
[F] Singing, _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [F] _ [Bb] won't [F] somebody tell me [C] what's wrong with [Bb] me?
_ [F] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [F] _ [Bb] Won't [F] somebody tell [C] me what's wrong with [Bb] me?
_ [F] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [F] _ _
Won't somebody tell me what's wrong with [Bb] me?
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb]
Won't [F] somebody tell me what's wrong with me?
There's no rest for the one black sheep. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ I _ [C] _ _ [F] _
was born a love child of the 70s, touched down its sacred heart.
Three boys in a treehouse family saw the lights from [C] the [F] reservoir.
Mama told me angels are watching us in a green Volkswagen van.
In the cities of hippies and angel dust, singing along [C] to Amy [Bb] Grant.
There was [F] money in my pocket, shoes on my feet, [Bb] _
but I [F] always felt like the [C] one black [Bbm] sheep.
There was [F] food on the [Bb] table, [F] a place to [Bb] sleep, [F] but there's no rest for the one black sheep.
Singing, _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bbm] won't [F] somebody tell me what's wrong with me?
Singing, _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bbm] won't [F] somebody tell me what's wrong with me?
Packed up in Eugene, [Bb] Oregon, [F] Amtrak wearing soccer cleats.
Headed south to California, conference [C] player of [F] the year.
At night I dreamed of [Bb] Graceland, [F] stealing my friend Kyle's guitar.
On the racquetball courts playing songs for homeless broken [Bb] hearts.
There was [F] money in my [Bb] pocket, [F] shoes on my feet, [Bbm]
but [F] I always felt like the one [C] black sheep.
[Bb] Got a [F] good [Bb] education [F] on Old Barton [Bb] Street, [F] but there's no books on [C] the one black sheep.
[F]
Singing, _ _ [Bb] won't [F] _ _ _
somebody tell me [C] what's wrong with me?
[Bb] Singing, _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb]
won't [F] somebody tell me what's [C] wrong with [Bb] me?
_ [F] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [F] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [F] _
Two dropouts headed eastbound, Chevy truck with no AC, starlight for a car in the campground.
Said [C] why not [F] Tennessee?
Got fire in my bones for God was to say.
Lord knows I'm not home, but [C] I'm on my [Bb] way with [F] money in my [Bb] pocket, [F] shoes on my feet,
but I still feel like the [C] one black [Bb] sheep.
Got these [F] three guitar chords, the road under my feet, _ but there's no place for the one [C] black sheep.
[F] Singing, _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [F] _ [Bb] won't [F] somebody tell me [C] what's wrong with [Bb] me?
_ [F] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [F] _ [Bb] Won't [F] somebody tell [C] me what's wrong with [Bb] me?
_ [F] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [F] _ _
Won't somebody tell me what's wrong with [Bb] me?
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb]
Won't [F] somebody tell me what's wrong with me?
There's no rest for the one black sheep. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _