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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeJohnny Cash
Johnny CashWhatcha got?Quit my job, flipped off the bossTook my name off the payroll"Screw you man"Picked up my cell, rang my baby's bellSaid I'm three miles from homeAnd I said,"Sugar won't you put on that sundress I like so much""Wait out by the road I'm coming to pick you up"(Whoahoah)Throw your suitcase in the back(Whoahoah)Done gassed up the Pontiac(Whoahoah)Blastin' out to Johnny CashHeadin' for the Highway, baby we ain't ever comin' backIt's four hundred sixty-seven miles to the outskirts of Las VegasWhaddaya say we go get married by a preacher-man who looks like Elvis?(Yeah Mama)Sugar don't you worry 'bout tellin' your mama goodbyeWe'll send her a souvenir postcard from the wild side(Whoahoah)Throw your suitcase in the back(Whoahoah)Done gassed up the Pontiac(Whoahoah)Blastin' out to Johnny CashHeadin' for the Highway, baby we ain't ever comin' back(Whoahoah)Throw your suitcase in the back(Whoahoah)Done gassed up the Pontiac(Whoahoah)Blastin' out to Johnny CashHeadin' for the Highway, baby we ain't ever comin' back( Sooiee)(Whoah)(Whoah)Here that train a comin'Rollin' around the bendMan in black gonna rock your ass again
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