It always seemed so wrong to me that i was born to lose
But so much happens in this world, I still ain't heard the news
So many pretty offers come in, how could I refuse?
So I told a lie, and I made her cry
And now this white trash black sheep has the blues
A taste of life intoxicates, just like the finest booze
There seems to be a consequence, no matter what I choose
The lessons learned at your expense still count as unpaid dues
And it makes me sigh 'til I almost die
When this ole white trash black sheep gets the blues
Be careful with that match if you're about to light that fuse
Notice all the signs and pay attention to the clues
They say a man with nuthin' well... he ain't got much to lose
Well now that's a lie, and I'll tell you why
Cause even white trash black sheep get the blues
WHITE TRASH BLACK SHEEP by stephenhsmith 3.30.03
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