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Sad Man's Tongue Lyrics

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's tongue

YEAH

Left my mama and papa's nest
I got the rebel 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

~Solo~

YEAH

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 cell 1.40.9.5
No way should I wear guns, I'm sitting my time

YEAH

~Solo~

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 sad man's tongue

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Record Label(s): 2008 Mascot Music Productions and Publishing
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