"Johnny Cash" Lyrics (Relentless album)
Written By John Rich, Vicky McGehee, Rodney Clawson
[All sung except where noted.]
[Spoken:] Whatcha got?
[Verse 1:]
Quit my job, flipped{1} off the boss,
Took my name of the payroll.
Spoken: Screw you, man.
Picked up my cell, rang my baby's bell,
Said, "I'm three miles from home."
I said, "Sugar, why don't you put on
That sundress I like so much.
Wait out by the road,
I'm comin' to pick you up."
[Chorus:]
(Wo, a-wo.) Throw your suitcase in the back.
(Wo, a-wo.) Done gassed up the Pontiac{2}.
(Wo, a-wo.) Blastin' out to Johnny Cash{3},
Headin' for the highway,
Baby, we ain't ever comin' back.
[Verse 2:]
It's four hundred an' sixty seven miles,
To the outskirts of Las Vegas.
What do you say we go get marr'ed,
By a preacher man that looks like Elvis?
Spoken: Yeah, momma.
Sugar, don't you worry,
'Bout tellin' your momma goodbye,
We'll send her a souvenier postcard,
From the wild side.
[Chorus:]
(Wo, a-wo.) Throw your suitcase in the back.
(Wo, a-wo.) Done gassed up the Pontiac.
(Wo, a-wo.) Blastin' out to Johnny Cash,
Headin' for the highway,
Baby, we ain't ever comin' back.
[Instrumental break.]
[Chorus:]
(Wo a-wo.) Throw your suitcase in the back.
(Wo a-wo.) Done gassed up the Pontiac.
(Wo a-wo.) Blastin' out to Johnny Cash,
Headin' for the highway,
Baby, we ain't ever comin' back.
[Spoken:] Suey!
[Chorus:]
(Wo, a-wo. Wo, a-wo. Wo, a-wo.)
Hear that train a-comin',
Rollin' round the bend.
(Wo, a-wo.) The man in black's{4},
Gonna rock your ass again.
(Wo, a-wo. Wo, a-wo. Wo, a-wo.)
[Vocal stylings and instrumental to the end.]