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点击复制Johnny Cash (Instrumental Version) - Hit Crew Masters
What you got
Quit my job flipped off the boss
took my name of the payroll.
Screw you man
Picked up my cell rang my baby's
bell said I'm three miles from home.
I said sugar won't you put on
that sundress I like so much,
Wait out by the road
I'm comin' to pick you up.
Whoa whoa
Throw your suitcase in the back,
Whoa 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 that looks like Elvis.
Yeah momma
Sugar don't you worry bout
tellin' your momma goodbye,
We'll send her a souvenir
postcard from the wild side.
Whoa whoa
Throw your suitcase in the back,
Whoa whoa
Done gassed up the Pontiac,
Whoa whoa
Blastin' out to Johnny Cash,
headin' for the highway,
Baby we ain't ever comin' back.
Whoa whoa
Throw your suitcase in the back,
Whoa whoa
Done gassed up the Pontiac,
Whoa whoa
Blastin' out to Johnny Cash,
headin' for the highway,
Baby we ain't ever comin' back.
Whoa whoa
Whoa whoa
Whoa whoa
Hear that train a comin
rollin' round the bend.
Whoa whoa
The man in black is gonna
rock your a** again.
Whoa whoa
Whoa whoa
Whoa whoa