Volbeat - Sad Man's Tongue 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 a 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 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
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
And the story keep on rollin'
Out from a sad man's tongue