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 a*s home
Your a*s 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 glad man's tongue