Stonewall Jackson

The Black Sheep(Ukulele chords)

Stonewall Jackson

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	        THE BLACK SHEEP 
Recorded by Stonewall Jackson 
Arranged by Stonewall Jackson 
 
D In a little country village, not G very far a-{D} way 
There lived a rich, but aged man, whose E hair was turning A7 gray  
He D had three sons, three only ones, both G Jack and Tom were D sly 
But G Ted was honest D as could be, he A7 would not tell a D lie. 
 
The brothers tried to ru-in Ted, before the old man's eyes 
At last the plot begin its work, till Ted was much despised 
The father then said begone, you're heartless to the core 
Then the Black's Sheeps words they came, just a-ringing thru the door. 
				      
Don't be angry with me, Dad, don't drive me from your door 
I know that I've been wayward, but I won't be anymore 
Just give me one more chance, and put me to the test 
You'll find the Black Sheep loves his Dad, far better than the rest. 
 
Year by year, sped quickly by, the father now grown old 
He called to them, both Jack and Tom, and gave them all his gold 
I only need a little room, a place at your fireside 
One night on Jacks' returning home, he brought with him a bride. 
 
The three began to hate the father, more and more each day 
At last he heard the three declare, why, the old fool's in our way 
They then agreed to send him to, the poorhouse that was near 
Then, like a flash, the Black Sheep's words, came ringing in his ear. 
 
Don't be angry with me, Dad, don't turn me from your door 
I know that I've been wayward, but I won't be anymore 
Just give me one more chance and put me to the test 
You'll find the Black Sheep loves you, Dad, far better than the rest. 
 
A wagon drives up to the door, it is the poorhouse van 
The brothers pointed to their dad, right there is your man  
Then a manly form appeared, came rushin' through the crowd 
Stop this you brutes, the lad replied, it shall not be allowed. 
 
You took the old man's property, and all that he could save 
You've even sold the little plot, containin' mother's grave 
I am his son, but not your kin, from now till judgement day 
The father clasped the Black Sheep's hand, and they all heard him say. 
 
Don't be angry with me, son, I know I drove you from my door 
I know that I've been foolish, lad, I've repented o'er and o'er 
I should have given you my gold, for you have stood the test 
I found the Black Sheep loves his dad, far better than the rest.
	        

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