Saturday, May 17, 2014

Sad Man's Tongue - Volbeat

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 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

2 comments:

Rev said...

Volbeat confuses me. It's like "here's a song about Satan, BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!" then...Lola Montez (which, incidentally, has been on the radio more often than not when I'm leaving HP Chick's house). Strange.

Joe C said...

It's like Elvis meets metal, but because they're from another country, odd shit happens. Like their cover of "My Body".