Johnny Cash

What you got?

Quit my job, flipped off the boss
Took my name off the payroll
I'm outta here, 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
Way out by the road, I'm comin' to pick you up"

Whoa, throw your suitcase in the back
Whoa, done gassed up the Pontiac
Whoa, blastin' out the Johnny Cash
Headin' for the highway
Baby, we ain't never 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 that looks like Elvis?
Yeah, mama
Well, sugar, don't you worry 'bout tellin' your mama goodbye
I'll send her a souvenir postcard from the wild side

Whoa, throw your suitcase in the back
Whoa, done gassed up the Pontiac
Whoa, blastin' out the Johnny Cash
Headin' for the highway
Baby, we ain't never comin' back

Whoa, throw your suitcase in the back
Whoa, done gassed up the Pontiac
Whoa, blastin' out the Johnny Cash
Headin' for the highway
Baby, we ain't never comin' back

Whoa, whoa
(Whoa) Hear the train a comin'
(Whoa) Comin' up 'round the bend
Whoa, the man in black gonna rock your ass again
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na