Sad Man's Tongue
Volbeat Lyrics


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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, 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, 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, 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, guitar mode
And the story keep on rollin' out from a sad man's tongue

Overall Meaning

In Volbeat's "Sad Man's Tongue," the singer is a young, rebellious musician who refuses to heed his mother's warning about "nasty women" who will "rip you dime for dime." He leaves his parents' home with his father's Johnny Cash vinyls and a pocket full of real tales but a broken guitar. He hits the road, feeling the fever and the calling of the wild but ends up in a cell for not wearing guns. Despite this, he comes out with a greater dedication to his craft, singing his rock'n'roll songs for anyone who will listen.


This song has a lot of themes running through it. The first is the idea of rebellion and the generational divide. The singer chafes under the expectation that he will live a conventional life and do what his parents expect of him. He wants to live freely, even if it means being poor and hungry. Another theme is the pursuit of music as a means of storytelling. The singer is a young man with a poor, rural background, but he has a rich store of stories that he is eager to share with others. He is driven to keep writing and singing, even when faced with adversity.


Line by Line Meaning

Well my mama told me: son you better watch out
My mother warned me to be aware of the wicked women who will exploit me.


All those nasty woman gonna rip you dime for dime
The deceitful women will take advantage of my innocence and rob me of my wealth.


But I got my pocket full of real tales, and a broken guitar mode, guitar mode
Despite their warnings, I possess genuine tales and a broken guitar which criticizes and exposes their materialistic ways.


And the story keep on rollin', out from a sad man's tongue
My stories and melodies flow incessantly like a stream from my mournful mind.


Left my mama and papa's nest
I abandoned the security of my family home.


I got the fever rambling my bones
I was overcome by the passion of music that I could not ignore.


Papa said: my boy, take my Johnny Cash vinyls and go
My father advised me to take his Johnny Cash vinyl records and pursue my music career.


Strollin' down the highway with uncle Sam roaring: rebel kid get your ass home
While wandering the highway, a patriotic uncle scolded me to return home and act according to societal norms.


Your ass belongs to me
The authority of society has control over my life.


Singing in the cell 1.40.9.5
I was imprisoned and comforted myself by singing my songs.


No way should I wear guns, I'm sitting my time
I learned that it is incorrect even when in jail to resort to weapons and accepted my punishment by abiding by the rules.


Left 1.40.9.5 with plenty rock'n'roll songs painting the road
After my release, I had my songs, which were all about rock and roll music, and I decided to travel to pursue my passion.


Education sucks, so I sing my song for you
I think education are discouraging, so instead, I am inspired to share my music with listeners.


And I got my pocket full of real tales
I possess a collection of authentic and sincere life stories.


And a broken guitar mode, guitar mode
I own a guitar that is imperfect, which matches my personality and outlook on life.


And the story keep on rollin' out from a sad man's tongue
My songs and tales continue to flow persistently from my forlorn spirit.




Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Written by: MICHAEL POULSEN

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@mattd5147

Volbeat is criminally underrated

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How so?

@hiphopfuhrer

This song has over 16 million views... I like the band, but come on

@alum202

@@hiphopfuhrer Over 16 years, compared to other modern bands? That's not a whole lot.

@GOFAST951

I’m an old, 70s and 80s metal head! I grew up had kids and thought that real metal had faded away! Then I heard Volbeat!! Holy shit Batman! There isn’t anything they do that does rock like hell!

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@spirit278

My neighbors know every word to this song.

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I can't play this under 11

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Cool song !!!!!!!

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That's really weird...so does mine!

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