Sad Man's Tongue - Volbeat

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's tongue

Left my mama and papa's nest
I got the rebel 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 s_cks, 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's tongue

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