
Johnny Cash (Live from Los Angeles, CA) Jason Aldean
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[Intro]
Whatcha got
[Verse 1]
Quit my job, flipped off the boss, took my name off the payroll, screw ya man
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
[Chorus]
(Whoa-oh)
Throw your suitcase in the back
(Whoa-oh)
Done gassed up the Pontiac
(Whoa-oh)
Blastin' out to Johnny Cash
Headin' for the highway
Baby we ain't ever comin' back
[Verse 2]
It's four hundred and sixty-seven miles to the outskirts of Las Vegas
What do you say we go get married by a preacher man who looks like Elvis, yeah, momma
Sugar, don't you worry 'bout tellin' your momma goodbye
We'll send her a souvenir postcard from thе wild side
[Chorus]
(Whoa-oh)
Throw your suitcase in the back
(Whoa-oh)
Donе gassed up the Pontiac
(Whoa-oh)
Blastin' out to Johnny Cash
Headin' for the highway
Baby we ain't ever comin' back
Whatcha got
[Verse 1]
Quit my job, flipped off the boss, took my name off the payroll, screw ya man
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
[Chorus]
(Whoa-oh)
Throw your suitcase in the back
(Whoa-oh)
Done gassed up the Pontiac
(Whoa-oh)
Blastin' out to Johnny Cash
Headin' for the highway
Baby we ain't ever comin' back
[Verse 2]
It's four hundred and sixty-seven miles to the outskirts of Las Vegas
What do you say we go get married by a preacher man who looks like Elvis, yeah, momma
Sugar, don't you worry 'bout tellin' your momma goodbye
We'll send her a souvenir postcard from thе wild side
[Chorus]
(Whoa-oh)
Throw your suitcase in the back
(Whoa-oh)
Donе gassed up the Pontiac
(Whoa-oh)
Blastin' out to Johnny Cash
Headin' for the highway
Baby we ain't ever comin' back
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