Johnny Cash
What ya got! Quit my job, flipped off the boss, took my name off the payroll (Screw you man) Picked up my cell, rang my baby's bell, said, 'I'm three miles from home' I said, 'Sugar, won't you put on that sun dress I like so much Wait out by the road, I'm comin' to pick you up' (Whoa, whoa) Throw your suitcase in the back (Whoa, whoa) Done ga*sed up the Pontiac (Whoa, whoa) Blastin' out to Johnny Cash Headin' for the highway Baby we ain't ever comin' back It's four hundred and sixty-seven miles to the outskirts of Las Vegas What do you say we go get married By a preacher man who looks like Elvis? (Yeah momma) But sugar don't you worry about tellin' your momma goodbye We'll send her a souvenir postcard from the wild side (Whoa, whoa) Throw your suitcase in the back (Whoa, whoa) Done ga*sed up the Pontiac (Whoa, whoa) Blastin' out to Johnny Cash Headin' for the highway Baby we ain't ever comin' back (Whoa, whoa) Throw your suitcase in the back (Whoa, whoa) Done ga*sed up the Pontiac (Whoa, whoa) Blastin' out to Johnny Cash Headin' for the highway Baby we ain't ever comin' back Suey! (Whoa, whoa) (Whoa, whoa) I hear that train a comin' (Whoa, whoa) Rollin' around the bend (Whoa, whoa) The man in black gonna rock your a*s again (Whoa, whoa) (Whoa, whoa) (Whoa, whoa)
