Capo 1st fret

Standard (EADGBE)

  Quit my job flipped off the boss took my name off the pay roll

  picked up my cell rang my babies bell said i'm three miles from

home

  I said sugar won't you put on that sun dress I like so much

  wait out by the road im comin' to pick you up

Chorus

whoa whoa) throw your suitcase in the back

  (whoa Whoa) done gassed up the Pontiac

  (whoa whoa) blastin' out the Johnny Cash

  headin' for the highway baby we aint ever comin' back

  It's Four-hundred and sixty-seven miles to the outskirts of Las

  Vegas

  What do ya say we go get married by a preacher man who

  Looks like Elvis

  sugar don't worry about tellin' your momma goodbye

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

Chorus

whoa whoa) throw your suitcase in the back

  (whoa Whoa) done gassed up the Pontiac

  (whoa whoa) blastin' out the Johnny Cash

Chorus

whoa whoa) throw your suitcase in the back

  (whoa Whoa) done gassed up the Pontiac

  (whoa whoa) blastin' out the Johnny Cash

  headin' for the highway baby we aint ever comin' back

  baby we aint never comin' back

  (whoa whoa)