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 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 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 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 And the story keep on rollin' out from a sad man's tongue