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 my 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

Bow!

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

Singin' in cell 1.40.9.5
No way should I wear guns
I'm sitting my time

Bow!

Yeah!

Well, left 1.40.9.5
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