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)