Johnny Cash - Live from Los Angeles, CA

Ah, what y'all say we pick it back up just a little bit right here?

Yeah, Cali, what you got, baby?

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 sun dress 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 who looks like Elvis?

Yeah, mama

Sugar, don't you worry 'bout tellin' your mama goodbye

Send her a souvenir postcard from the wild side

Singin'

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

I said

Whoa

Hear that train a-comin', rollin' 'round the bend

(Whoa)

The man in black's gonna rock that ass again

(Whoa)

(Whoa)