| They ask blacksheep of a blacksheep’s son
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| Have you any wool, and I say no sir
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| I gave it all away
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| I’m a blacksheep of a blacksheep
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| And I been one many times
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| But that don’t make me anybody’s fool
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| I gave most to Christ Jesus for savin' my soul
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| For that bet with the devil who lives down below
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| There’s been some for my mother, my father
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| My sister, my brothers, my son, my daughter, my lover
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| There’s been some for that homeless man
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| That I watched die in some ally
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| With a slit wrist
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| I went home to cry
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| There’s been some for my buddies fightin'
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| In some rich man’s war
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| Yeah they gave all they could
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| We don’t sing no more
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| I stand naked and cold as the crowd gathers 'round
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| Oo…
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| They ask a blacksheep of a blacksheep’s son
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| Where have you been
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| We’ve been worried
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| We’ve been in need
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| I’ve been hidin' on the pathways
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| Biding my time amongst the wolves
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| Hungry to feed
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| Well I give what I can
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| Nature of man just needs war
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| So what can I say
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| Yeah I’ll die someday stripped
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| Havin' given all the gifts I’ve received
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| That is my pain
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| I stand naked and cold as the crowd gathers 'round
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| Oo…
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| Blacksheep of a blacksheep’s son
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| Have you any wool, and I say yeah
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| I saved some for you |