Sad Man’s Tongue Songtext / Lyric

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 tongue



Yeah!



Left my mama and papa's nest

I got the rebel fever ramblin' my bones

Papa said: "My boy

Take my Johnny Cash vinyl 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 tongue






Bow!



Yeah!



Strollin' down the highway

Said uncle Sam:

"You rebel kid now get your ass home

Your ass belong to me

Leave your Johnny Cash song and get home"

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 tongue



Singin' in cell 1.40.9.5

No way should I wear guns

I'm sitting my time



Bow!



Yeah!



Well, left 1.40.9.5

With plenty rock'n'roll songs to play on the road

Education sucks, 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 tongue