I don’t bother changing when the going gets tough. Staying the same seems ‘bout bad enough. No, I don’t bother now with anything much at all. The road rises to meet bad news and such and I travel fast, but not fast enough. She finds me out, she tears me down, she throws me away. Look out, look out, look out mama ‘cause I’m coming about. If she’s the bourgeoning sky then I’m the deep blue sea. Meet me in the morning and I’ll give up my evil ways. I will walk a path of righteousness and never care to stray. I’ll pick you up out on the highway. I just found a brand-new car. You could be my straight and narrow maybe be my shooting star. Are you hanging out the window? Are you old enough now to know that the black sheep often wander for lack of anywhere to go? There’s no time for second chances only time to stay or leave. I’m still feeling kind of seasick. I just need some room to breathe. Look out, look out, look out mama ‘cause I’m coming about. If she’s a bitter medicine, then I’ve a sweet disease. Meet me in the morning and I’ll give up my evil ways. I will walk a path of righteousness and never care to stray. I’ll pick you up out on the highway. I just found a brand-new car. You could be my straight and narrow maybe be my shooting star. Stars will warm you ‘til they burn out bright. Makes it kind of hard to sleep at night. Black sheep, black sheep where you gonna go? I’d love to tell you buddy one thing I know. This country singer she’s a friend of mine, so I stomp my feet and try to stay in time. Clap my hands and the band plays on and on.
credits
from J. Chris Smith and Belfaster,
released October 19, 2022
Chris – Vox + Acoustic Guitar + Keys
Jesse Huebner – Bass Guitar
Stephen Gardner – Drums
Mixed by Chris at Shot Who? Shack