Sad Man´s Tongue

Well, my momma told me, "Son, you better watch out,

All those nasty women gonna rip you down for done."

But I got my pocket full of real tales,

And my broken guitar mode,

Guitar mode,

And the story here below,

All from a sad man told.

Yeah!

I was sad, my boy ain't checkin' Johnny Cash's wallet, I kept my pocket full of rich ass

I'm not broken, kids I know, kids I know And the story keep on rollin'

All from a sad man tone

Yeah, the story down the highway is the longest in the river, can it be the right song?

The right spell to me, let it show the guy, so the guy thought, I got my pocket full of oranges

I know both the guitar mode, guitar mode

And the story people know, I'm from a sad man's home

Singin' in cell, 149-5

No wash, no wipe, 'cause I'm spendin' my time

Yeah!

Well, at 149-5, nobody really said to be in the wrong

Education sucks, so I'll sing this song for you

But I got my bucket full of real tales

I'm the Booker Guitar Mo

Guitar Mo

And thus north he rode alone, out from a sad man's home.