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Well my mama told me: son you better watch out |
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All those nasty woman gonna rip you dime for dime |
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But I got my pocket full of real tales, and a broken guitar mode |
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And the story keep on rollin', out from a sad man's tongue |
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Left my mama and papa's nest |
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I got the fever rambling my bones |
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Papa said: my boy, take my |
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Johnny Cash vinyls and go |
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Well I got my pocket full of real tales, and a broken guitar mode |
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And the story keep on rollin', out from a sad man's tongue |
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Strollin' down the highway with uncle |
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Sam roaring: rebel kid get your ass home |
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Your ass belongs to me |
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Leave your |
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Johnny Cash songs and get home |
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But I got my pocket full of real tales, and a broken guitar mode |
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And the story keep on rollin', out from a sad man's tongue |
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Singing in the cell 1.40.9.5 |
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No way should |
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I wear guns, |
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I'm sitting my time |
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Left 1.40.9.5 with plenty rock'n'roll songs painting the road |
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Education sucks, so |
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I sing my song for you |
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And I got my pocket full of real tales |
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And a broken guitar mode |
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And the story keep on rollin' out from a glad man's tongue |
