Johnny Cash (Live from Los Angeles, CA)

Ah, what y'all say we pick it back up just a little bit right here? Yeah, Cali, what you got, baby? 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" I said, "Sugar, why don't you put on that sun dress I like so much? Wait out by the road, I'm comin' 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 ever comin' (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 who looks like Elvis? Yeah, mama Sugar, don't you worry 'bout tellin' your mama goodbye Send her a souvenir postcard from the wild side Singin' 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 ever comin' 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 ever comin' back I said Whoa Hear that train a-comin', rollin' 'round the bend (Whoa) The man in black's gonna rock that ass again (Whoa) (Whoa)