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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!