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Black Sheep
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acoustic florida lucinda williams southern storytelling honest homegrown open truthful vulnerable life experience revealing approachable
homegrown music...all natural, no fillers, no artificial colors.
....so nice of y'all to drop by! I'm a little southern lady who grew up during the glorious sunshiny 70's in a small beach town in N. Florida. An awesome time to begin to figure life out...catching the tail-end of the "age of aquarius" and gettin' to enjoy the freedoms that bunch won for us before the angst of the 80's and 90's set in. Try bein' a teenager today!!! Ha! I learned to play guitar by picking one up and flippin' open a CSN&Y songbook to "Helpless". Well, nobody told me I was playin' the thing up-side-down! I'm a lefty, ya know...held it like it felt right to me. Still play that way to this day. Took up the banjo and the ukulele and turned them up-side-down too. I wrote my first song at the age of 45 and now I've got a whole batch of 'em. I don't ever set out to write any particular song...just get a phrase that sticks and pretty soon the rest of it comes. Really, I don't write them at all...God just down-loads 'em into my brain and I jot them down and then sing and play them. To Him be the honor and the glory! So there you have it...or at least this part of it. I'd talk yer ears nearly clean offa yer hear if you'd indulge me. Thanks again for stoppin' by...next time I'll make a cake and brew some coffee. yerz, Ellen https://ellenmoseley.bandcamp.com
Song Info
Genre
Blues Acoustic Blues
Charts
#674 today Peak #59
#89 in subgenre Peak #8
Author
Ellen Moseley
Uploaded
July 12, 2019
Track Files
MP3
MP3 6.2 MB 320 kbps 2:42
Lossless
WAV 40.8 MB
Story behind the song
just a song that came to me.....wasn't my story to tell, but mine to sing
Lyrics
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”
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