Sad Man's Tongue

Well my mama told me: son you better watch out All those nasty woman gonna rip you dime for dime But I got my pocket full of real tales, and a broken guitar mode, guitar mode And the story keep on rollin', out from a sad man's tongue Left my mama and papa's nest I got the fever rambling my bones Papa said: my boy, take my Johnny Cash vinyls and go Well I got my pocket full of real tales, and a broken guitar mode, guitar mode And the story keep on rollin', out from a sad man's tongue Strollin' down the highway with uncle Sam roaring: rebel kid get your ass home Your ass belongs to me Leave your Johnny Cash songs and get home But I got my pocket full of real tales, and a broken guitar mode, guitar mode And the story keep on rollin', out from a sad man's tongue Singing in the cell 1.40.9.5 No way should I wear guns, I'm sitting my time Left 1.40.9.5 with plenty rock'n'roll songs painting the road Education sucks, so I sing my song for you And I got my pocket full of real tales And a broken guitar mode, guitar mode And the story keep on rollin' out from a sad man's tongue --- Sad Man's Tongue - Volbeat