Sad Man's Tongue

Well, my mama told me: "Son you better watch out All those nasty women 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 tongue Yeah! Left my mama and papa's nest I got the rebel fever ramblin' my bones Papa said: "My boy Take my Johnny Cash vinyl 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 tongue Bow! Yeah! Strollin' down the highway Said uncle Sam: "You rebel kid now get your ass home Your ass belong to me Leave your Johnny Cash song and get home" 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 tongue Singin' in cell 1.40.9.5 No way should I wear guns I'm sitting my time Bow! Yeah! Well, left 1.40.9.5 With plenty rock'n'roll songs to play on the road Education sucks, so I sing my song for you 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 tongue