Watch 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 why don't you put on that sundress I like so much
Wait 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 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 that looks like Elvis
yeah momma
Sugar don't you worry bout tellin' 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
Blastin' out to Johnny Cash, headin' for the highway
Baby we ain't ever comin' back
whoa
Throw your suitcase in the back
whoa
Done gassed up the Pontiac
whoa
Blastin' out to Johnny Cash, headin' for the highway
Baby we ain't ever comin' back
suey
woah
woah
woah
Hear that train a comin', rollin' round the bend
whoa
The man in black is gonna rock your ass again
woah
woah
woah