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Sad Man's TongueWell my mama told me: son you better watch outAll 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 6. River Queen Saw an angel been nailed to the cross Down the dim river side A woman cry be with me into the end of the light Born a river queen to grace for land and hope Laying on silver stones To give to the poor But godґs men came to land and took it all Starlight mystic now lift her spirit high (in) memories of a queen who was giving her love Down the rivers end What a vision and why the hell am I getting this Her beauty is changing my mind I promise you woman to tell them the story of thine Truth or fairytale a raggle taggle crowe screaming: Humanity was losing all senses in life when religion came in |