Volbeat - Sad Man's Tongue Lyrics
Well my mama told me: son you better watch outAll those nasty woman gonna rip you dime for dimeBut I got my pocket full of real tales, and a broken guitar modeAnd the story keep on rollin', out from a sad man's tongueLeft my mama and papa's nestI got the fever rambling my bonesPapa said: my boy, take my Johnny Cash vinyls and goWell I got my pocket full of real tales, and a broken guitar modeAnd the story keep on rollin', out from a sad man's tongueStrollin' down the highway with uncle Sam roaring: rebel kid get your ass homeYour ass belongs to meLeave your Johnny Cash songs and get homeBut I got my pocket full of real tales, and a broken guitar modeAnd the story keep on rollin', out from a sad man's tongueSinging in the cell 1.40.9.5No way should I wear guns, I'm sitting my timeLeft 1.40.9.5 with plenty rock'n'roll songs painting the roadEducation sucks, so I sing my song for youAnd I got my pocket full of real talesAnd a broken guitar modeAnd the story keep on rollin' out from a glad man's tongue
