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 tongue
Yeah!
Left my mama and papa's nest
I got the rebel fever ramblin' my bones
Papa said, "My boy, take your Johnny Cash vinyl 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 tongue
Yeah!
Strollin' down the highway
Said, "Uncle Sam, you rebel kid, now get your ass home
Your ass belong to me, leave your Johnny Cash song and get home"
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 tongue
Singing in cell 14095
No way should I wear guns, I'm sitting my time
Yeah!
Well, left 14095
With plenty rock 'n roll songs to play on the road
Education sucks, so I sing my song for you
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 tongue
