(Whoahoah)Throw your suitcase in the back (Whoahoah)Done gassed up the Pontiac (Whoahoah)Blastin` out to Johnny Cash Headin` for the Highway, baby we ain`t ever comin` back
It`s four hundred sixty-seven miles to the outskirts of Las Vegas Whaddaya 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 We`ll send her a souvenir postcard from the wild side
(Whoahoah)Throw your suitcase in the back (Whoahoah)Done gassed up the Pontiac (Whoahoah)Blastin` out to Johnny Cash Headin` for the Highway, baby we ain`t ever comin` back
(Whoahoah)Throw your suitcase in the back (Whoahoah)Done gassed up the Pontiac (Whoahoah)Blastin` out to Johnny Cash Headin` for the Highway, baby we ain`t ever comin` back ( Sooiee) (Whoah) (Whoah) Here that train a comin` Rollin` around the bend Man in black gonna rock your ass again
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