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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