Volbeat - Sad Man's Tongue Song Lyrics

Well my mama told me: "Son you better watch out
All those nasty women gonna rape you dime for dime"
But I got my pocket full of real tales
and a broken guitar bone, guitar bone
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 bone, guitar bone
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 bone, guitar bone
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 bone, guitar bone
And the story keep on rollin' out from a sad man's tongue