Sad Man's Tongue Songtext / Lyric

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, 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 sucks,
so I sing my song for you.

And I got my pocket full of real tales
And a broken guitar mode, guitar mode.
And the story keep on rollin'
out from a glad man's tongue.