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Johnny Cash

 

Johnny Cash


(Watch ya got)

Quit my job flipped off the boss took my name off the payroll
(You can have it, man)
Picked up my cell rang my baby's bell said I'm three miles from home
I said sugar why don't you put on that sundress I like so much
Wait out by the road I'm coming to pick you up

(Whoa)
Throw your suitcase in the back
(Whoa)
Done gassed up the Pontiac
(Whoa)
Blasting out to Johnny Cash, heading for the highway
Baby, we ain't ever coming 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 that looks like Elvis
(Yeah, momma)
Sugar, don't you worry bout telling your momma goodbye
We'll send her a souvenir postcard from the wild side

(Whoa)
Throw your suitcase in the back
(Whoa)
Done gassed up the Pontiac
(Whoa)
Blasting out to Johnny Cash, heading for the highway
Baby, we ain't ever coming back

(Whoa)
Throw your suitcase in the back
(Whoa)
Done gassed up the Pontiac
(Whoa)
Blasting out to Johnny Cash, heading for the highway
Baby, we ain't ever coming back
(Suey!)

Hear that train a coming, rolling round the bend
(Whoa)
The man in black is gonna rock your ass again
(Woah)

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