| Quit my job flipped off the boss took my name of the payroll.
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| (screw you man)
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| Picked up my cell rang my baby’s bell said I’m three miles from home.
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| I said sugar why don’t you put on that sundress I like so much,
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| Wait out by the road I’m comin’to pick you up.
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| (whoa)
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| Throw your suitcase in the back,
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| (whoa)
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| Done gassed up the pontiac,
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| (whoa)
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| Blastin’out to Johnny Cash, headin’for the highway,
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| Baby we ain’t ever comin’back.
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| It’s four hundred and sixty seven miles to the outskirts of Las Vegas.
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| What do you say we go get married by a preacher man that looks like Elvis.
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| (yeah momma)
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| Sugar don’t you worry bout tellin’your momma goodbye,
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| We’ll send her a souvenier postcard from the wild side.
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| (whoa)
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| Throw your suitcase in the back,
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| (whoa)
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| Done gassed up the pontiac,
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| (whoa)
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| Blastin’out to Johnny Cash, headin’for the highway,
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| Baby we ain’t ever comin’back.
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| (whoa)
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| Throw your suitcase in the back,
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| (whoa)
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| Done gassed up the pontiac,
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| (whoa)
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| Blastin’out to Johnny Cash, headin’for the highway,
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| Baby we ain’t ever comin’back.
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| (suey!)
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| (woah)
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| (woah)
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| (woah)
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| Hear that train a comin', rollin’round the bend.
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| (whoa)
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| the man in black is gonna rock your ass again.
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| (woah)
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| (woah)
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| (woah) |