Johnny Cash

What'cha 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'tcha you put on that sundress I like so much

And wait out by the road, I'm comin' to pick you up!



(Chorus)

Whoa-oa, throw your suitcase in the back

Whoa-oa, done gassed up the Pontiac

Whoa-oa, blastin' out the Johnny Cash

Headin' for the highway

Baby, we ain't never comin' back



It's 467 miles to the outskirts of Las Vegas

Whaddya say we go get married by a preacher man who looks like Elvis Yeah Momma

Sugar, don't you worry about tellin' your momma good-bye

We'll send her a souvenir postcard from the wild side



(Chorus)

Whoa-oa, throw your suitcase in the back

Whoa-oa, done gassed up the Pontiac

Whoa-oa, blastin' out the Johnny Cash

Headin' for the highway

Baby, we ain't never comin' back



(Chorus)

Whoa-oa, throw your suitcase in the back

Whoa-oa, done gassed up the Pontiac

Whoa-oa, blastin' out the Johnny Cash

Headin' for the highway

Baby, we ain't never comin' back



Whoa-oa, whoa-oa...

I hear that train a-comin', rollin' around the bend

Whoa-oa...

The man in black's gonna rock your ass again!