(Watch ya got)

Quit my job flipped off the boss took my name off the payroll.
 [bad word] you man)
Picked up my cell rang my baby's bell said I'm three miles from home.
I said sugar why don't you put on that sundress I like so much,
Wait out by the road [bad word] #39; to pick you up.

(whoa)
Throw your suitcase in the back,
(whoa)
Done gassed up the Pontiac,
(whoa)
Blastin' out to Johnny Cash, headin' for the highway,
Baby we ain't [bad word] #39; back.

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 that looks like Elvis.
(yeah momma)
Sugar don't you worry bout tellin' your momma goodbye,
We'll send her a souvenir postcard from the wild side.

(whoa)
Throw your suitcase in the back,
(whoa)
Done gassed up the Pontiac,
(whoa)
Blastin' out to Johnny Cash, headin' for the highway,
Baby we ain't [bad word] #39; back.

(whoa)
Throw your suitcase in the back,
(whoa)
Done gassed up the Pontiac,
(whoa)
Blastin' out to Johnny Cash, headin' for the highway,
Baby we ain't [bad word] #39; back.

(suey!)

(woah)
(woah)
(woah)
Hear that train [bad word] #39;, rollin' round the bend.
(whoa)
The man in black is gonna rock your [bad word] again.
(woah)
(woah)
(woah)