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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 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 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

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

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