D
Well my mama told me: son you better watch out
D
All those nasty woman gonna rip you dime for dime
G D
But I got my pocket full of real tales, and a broken guitar mode
A G
And the story keep on rollin', out from a sad man's tongue


D
Left my mama and papa's nest, I got the fever rambling my bones
D
Papa said: my boy, take my Johnny Cash vinyls and go
G D
Well I got my pocket full of real tales, and a broken guitar mode
A G D
And the story keep on rollin', out from a sad man's tongue

Bridge
D
D
G D
A G      A - Ab - G - D

D
Strollin' down the highway with uncle Sam roaring: rebel kid get your ass home
D
Your ass belongs to me, leave your Johnny Cash songs and get home
G D
But I got my pocket full of real tales, and a broken guitar mode
A G D
And the story keep on rollin', out from a sad man's tongue

D
Singing in the cell 1.40.9.5. No way should I wear guns, I'm sitting my time
G D
(Guitar solo)
A G A - Ab - G - D

D
Left 1.40.9.5 with plenty rock'n'roll songs painting the road
D
Education sucks, so I sing my song for you
G D
And I got my pocket full of real tales and a broken guitar mode
A G D
And the story keep on rollin' out from a glad man's tongue