Chords for Mat Kearney - One Black Sheep (Audio)
Tempo:
110.55 bpm
Chords used:
F
Bb
C
Bbm
Fm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Bb] [F]
[C] I [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 [C] along to Amy [Bb] Grant.
There was [F] money in my [Bbm] pocket, [F] shoes on my feet.
[Bb]
[F] But I always felt like the one black [Bb] sheep.
There was food on [F] the table, [Bb] [F] a place to sleep.
But there's no rest for the one black sheep.
Singing, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.
Won't [Bbm] [F] somebody tell me what's wrong with me?
Singing, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.
Won't 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 week.
But at night I dreamed of [Bb] Graceland, [F] stealing my friend Kyle's guitar.
On the racquetball courts playing songs for homeless, [Bb] broken hearts.
There was [F] money in my pocket, [Bbm] [F] shoes on my feet.
[Bb] [F] But I always felt like the one black [C] sheep.
[Bb] Got a [F] good education [Bb] [F] on a box street.
[Bb] [F] But there's no books on [C] the one [F] black sheep.
Singing, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.
[Bb] [F] Won't somebody tell me [C] what's wrong with me?
[Bb]
Singing, [F] ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.
Won't somebody tell me what's [C] wrong with [Bb] me?
[F] [Bb] [F]
[Fm] [C] [F]
To drop out, 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, boy.
Got words to say.
Lord knows I'm not home, but I'm on [C] my [Bb] way with [F] money in my pocket.
[Bbm] [F] Shoes on my feet, but I still feel like the [C] one black [F] sheep.
Got these three guitar [Bb] chords that [F] run under my feet.
But there's no place for [C] the one black [F] sheep.
Singing, ooh, ooh, ooh, [Bb] [F] ooh.
Won't somebody tell me what's wrong with [Bb] me?
[F] Singing, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.
[Bb] Won't [F] somebody tell me [C] what's wrong with [Bb] me?
Singing, ooh, [F] ooh, ooh, [Bb] [F] ooh.
Won't somebody tell me what's [C] wrong with [F] me?
[Bb] Singing, [F] ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.
Won't somebody tell me what's wrong with me?
There's no rest for the one black sheep.
[C] I [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 [C] along to Amy [Bb] Grant.
There was [F] money in my [Bbm] pocket, [F] shoes on my feet.
[Bb]
[F] But I always felt like the one black [Bb] sheep.
There was food on [F] the table, [Bb] [F] a place to sleep.
But there's no rest for the one black sheep.
Singing, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.
Won't [Bbm] [F] somebody tell me what's wrong with me?
Singing, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.
Won't 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 week.
But at night I dreamed of [Bb] Graceland, [F] stealing my friend Kyle's guitar.
On the racquetball courts playing songs for homeless, [Bb] broken hearts.
There was [F] money in my pocket, [Bbm] [F] shoes on my feet.
[Bb] [F] But I always felt like the one black [C] sheep.
[Bb] Got a [F] good education [Bb] [F] on a box street.
[Bb] [F] But there's no books on [C] the one [F] black sheep.
Singing, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.
[Bb] [F] Won't somebody tell me [C] what's wrong with me?
[Bb]
Singing, [F] ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.
Won't somebody tell me what's [C] wrong with [Bb] me?
[F] [Bb] [F]
[Fm] [C] [F]
To drop out, 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, boy.
Got words to say.
Lord knows I'm not home, but I'm on [C] my [Bb] way with [F] money in my pocket.
[Bbm] [F] Shoes on my feet, but I still feel like the [C] one black [F] sheep.
Got these three guitar [Bb] chords that [F] run under my feet.
But there's no place for [C] the one black [F] sheep.
Singing, ooh, ooh, ooh, [Bb] [F] ooh.
Won't somebody tell me what's wrong with [Bb] me?
[F] Singing, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.
[Bb] Won't [F] somebody tell me [C] what's wrong with [Bb] me?
Singing, ooh, [F] ooh, ooh, [Bb] [F] ooh.
Won't somebody tell me what's [C] wrong with [F] me?
[Bb] Singing, [F] ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.
Won't somebody tell me what's wrong with me?
There's no rest for the one black sheep.
Key:
F
Bb
C
Bbm
Fm
F
Bb
C
[Bb] _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] I [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 [C] along to Amy [Bb] Grant.
There was [F] money in my [Bbm] pocket, [F] shoes on my feet.
[Bb] _
[F] But I always felt like the one black [Bb] sheep.
There was food on [F] the table, [Bb] [F] a place to sleep.
But there's no rest for the one black sheep.
Singing, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.
_ _ Won't [Bbm] [F] somebody tell me what's wrong with me?
Singing, ooh, _ _ ooh, ooh, ooh.
Won't 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 week.
But at night I dreamed of [Bb] Graceland, [F] stealing my friend Kyle's guitar.
On the racquetball courts playing songs for homeless, [Bb] broken hearts.
There was [F] money in my pocket, [Bbm] [F] shoes on my feet.
[Bb] [F] But I always felt like the one black [C] sheep.
[Bb] Got a [F] good education [Bb] [F] on a box street.
[Bb] [F] But there's no books on [C] the one [F] black sheep.
Singing, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.
_ [Bb] _ [F] _ Won't somebody tell me [C] what's wrong with me?
[Bb]
Singing, [F] ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh. _ _ _
Won't somebody tell me what's [C] wrong with [Bb] me?
_ [F] _ _ _ [Bb] _ [F] _ _ _
_ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ [C] _ [F] _
To drop out, 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, boy.
Got words to say.
Lord knows I'm not home, but I'm on [C] my [Bb] way with [F] money in my pocket.
[Bbm] [F] Shoes on my feet, but I still feel like the [C] one black [F] sheep.
Got these three guitar [Bb] chords that [F] run under my feet. _
But there's no place for [C] the one black [F] sheep.
Singing, ooh, ooh, ooh, _ [Bb] [F] ooh. _
Won't somebody tell me what's wrong with [Bb] me?
[F] Singing, ooh, ooh, ooh, _ ooh.
[Bb] Won't [F] somebody tell me [C] what's wrong with [Bb] me?
Singing, ooh, [F] ooh, ooh, _ [Bb] _ [F] ooh.
Won't somebody tell me what's [C] wrong with [F] me?
[Bb] Singing, [F] ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh. _ _ _ _
Won't somebody tell me what's wrong with me?
There's no rest for the one black sheep.
_ _ _ _ _ [C] I [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 [C] along to Amy [Bb] Grant.
There was [F] money in my [Bbm] pocket, [F] shoes on my feet.
[Bb] _
[F] But I always felt like the one black [Bb] sheep.
There was food on [F] the table, [Bb] [F] a place to sleep.
But there's no rest for the one black sheep.
Singing, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.
_ _ Won't [Bbm] [F] somebody tell me what's wrong with me?
Singing, ooh, _ _ ooh, ooh, ooh.
Won't 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 week.
But at night I dreamed of [Bb] Graceland, [F] stealing my friend Kyle's guitar.
On the racquetball courts playing songs for homeless, [Bb] broken hearts.
There was [F] money in my pocket, [Bbm] [F] shoes on my feet.
[Bb] [F] But I always felt like the one black [C] sheep.
[Bb] Got a [F] good education [Bb] [F] on a box street.
[Bb] [F] But there's no books on [C] the one [F] black sheep.
Singing, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.
_ [Bb] _ [F] _ Won't somebody tell me [C] what's wrong with me?
[Bb]
Singing, [F] ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh. _ _ _
Won't somebody tell me what's [C] wrong with [Bb] me?
_ [F] _ _ _ [Bb] _ [F] _ _ _
_ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ [C] _ [F] _
To drop out, 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, boy.
Got words to say.
Lord knows I'm not home, but I'm on [C] my [Bb] way with [F] money in my pocket.
[Bbm] [F] Shoes on my feet, but I still feel like the [C] one black [F] sheep.
Got these three guitar [Bb] chords that [F] run under my feet. _
But there's no place for [C] the one black [F] sheep.
Singing, ooh, ooh, ooh, _ [Bb] [F] ooh. _
Won't somebody tell me what's wrong with [Bb] me?
[F] Singing, ooh, ooh, ooh, _ ooh.
[Bb] Won't [F] somebody tell me [C] what's wrong with [Bb] me?
Singing, ooh, [F] ooh, ooh, _ [Bb] _ [F] ooh.
Won't somebody tell me what's [C] wrong with [F] me?
[Bb] Singing, [F] ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh. _ _ _ _
Won't somebody tell me what's wrong with me?
There's no rest for the one black sheep.