Johnny Cash

Quit your job

Quit my job, flipped off the boss

Took my name off the payroll

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 sundress I like so much

Wait out by the road I'm comin' to pick you up"

Oh, throw your suitcase in the back

Oh, done gassed up the Pontiac

Oh, 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

What do you say we go get married

By a preacher man who looks like Elvis

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

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

Oh, throw your suitcase in the back

Oh, done gassed up the Pontiac

Oh, blastin' out the Johnny Cash

Headin' for the highway

Baby we ain't never comin' back

Oh, throw your suitcase in the back

Oh, done gassed up the Pontiac

Oh, blastin' out the Johnny Cash

Headin' for the highway

Baby we ain't never comin' back

I hear that train a' comin'

Rollin' round the bend

Oh, man in black gonna rock you once again

Oh, na na na na na