Sad Man's Tongue

Well my mama told me: "Son you better watch out

All those nasty women gonna rape 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 your 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