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Tuning: G C E A
Quit myE job flipped off the boss tooDk my name off the pay rollA
Screw You Man --haha love it
picked Eup my cell rang my babies bellD said i'm three miles from A
home
I said sugar won'Et you put on that sun dress I like so muDch A
E D A (quick hit)
wait out by the road im comin' to pick you up
CHORUS whoaE whoa throDw your suitcase in thAe back
whoa Whoa dEone gassedD up the Pontiac A
whoa whoa bElastin' ouDt the Johnny Cash A
headin' forD the highway baby we aintA ever comin' back E
FILL RIFF
It's FoEur-hundred and sixty-seven miles to tDhe outskirts of Las
AVegas
What do yaE say we go get married by a preacher maDn who
Looks like Elvis A
sugar doEn't worry about tellin' your momma goDodbye A
we'll send her Ea souvenir postcard from the wild sideD
CHORUS whoaE whoa throDw your suitcase in thAe back
whoa Whoa dEone gassedD up the Pontiac A
whoa whoa bElastin' ouDt the Johnny Cash A
headin' forD the highway baby we aintA ever comin' back E
CHORUS whoaE whoa throDw your suitcase in thAe back
whoa Whoa dEone gassedD up the Pontiac A
whoa whoa bElastin' ouDt the Johnny Cash A
headin' forD the highway baby we aintA ever comin' back E
Suey!