Johnny Cash · аккорды на гитаре · текст песни

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

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 (quick hit)

(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

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

(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

(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