One wave of his hickory stack
And I'd follow him 'round the land
There was all kind of other little pretty young sheep
Havin' all kind of pretty young fun
She said, "Kid, you remind me
Of someone I used to know"
Be grateful for your freedom
Can grow the wool that gets him paid
I left my flock and headed off
Right to the promised land
But I won't sell my wool to buy my shack
'Cause I know it gets much colder
When you let some shepherd sheer it off your back
Can grow the wool that gets him paid
I left my flock and headed off
Right to the promised land
And if you wanna know about me