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

Yeeeeeaaaaahhhhhhh...

Left my mama and papa's nest
I got the fever rambling my bones
Papa said: my boy, take your 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

Strollin' down the highway with uncle Sam roaring: rebel kid get your a__ home
Your a__ 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 the cell 1.40.9.5
No way should I wear guns, I'm sitting my time

Yeeeeeaaaaaeeeeehhhhhhhaaaaa...

(Guitar Solo)

Wellllllllllllll,
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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