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
rhythm
melody
instruments
lyrics
vocal Hi folks! I looked over the lyrics and some parts of it doesnt seems to fit to the melody/lyrics of the song... so i tried to fix it a bit... i dont know how u can write some kind of "suggestion" so i just put it in the comments :p
I know some parts doesnt really make sense, but atleast it fits to the song lol
-------------------
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 the real tales, and a broken guitar bone - guitar bone
And the story keep on the rollin', out from a sad man's tongue
Yea~h
Left my mama and papa's nest
I got the wever fever rambling my bones
Papa said : my boy, take your Johnny Cash vinyl and go
I got my pocket full of the real tales, and a broken guitar bone - guitar bone
And the story keep on the rollin', out from a sad mans tongue
Uuuhhh
Yea~h
Strollin' down the highways ’n’ uncle say: rebel kid you get your ass home
Your ass belong to me
Leave your Johnny Cash songs and get home
I got my pocket full of the real tales, and a broken guitar bone - guitar bone
And the story keep on the rollin', out from a sad mans tongue
Singing in the cell 1.40.9.5
No, why should I’ear guns, i'm sitting my time
Yea~h
Uuuhhh
We~ll
Left 1.40.~9.5.. with plenty rock'n'roll song r painting the road
Education sucks, so i sing my song for you
But i got my pocket full of the real tales
And a broken guitar bone - guitar bone
And the story keep on rollin' out from a sad mans tongue
10.0
Send "Sad Man's Tongue" ringtones to your cell
lyrics submitted by Sřren Wind on 04-03-2007
