Volbeat - Sad Man's Tongue

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 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