Volbeat - Sad man's tongue - live at forum, copenhagen/2010 lyrics

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 my broken 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 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 a** home Your a** 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 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 s**s, so I sing my song for you But I got my pocket full of real tales And a broken guitar mode And the story keep on rollin' out from a sad man's tongue