Текст песни Johnny Cash

Johnny Cash Whatcha got? 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 And 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 Cash Headin' for the Highway, baby we ain't ever comin' back It's four hundred sixty-seven miles to the outskirts of Las Vegas Whaddaya 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 We'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 Cash Headin' 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 Cash Headin' for the Highway, baby we ain't ever comin' back ( Sooiee) (Whoah) (Whoah) Here that train a comin' Rollin' around the bend Man in black gonna rock your ass again