I hear that train a comin'
(Yeah momma)
We'll send her a souvenir postcard from the wild side

(Whoa, whoa)
Baby we ain't ever comin' back
Blastin' out to Johnny Cash
(Whoa, whoa)
(Whoa, whoa)
What do you say we go get married
Headin' for the highway
(Whoa, whoa)
Blastin' out to Johnny Cash
Headin' for the highway
Picked up my cell, rang my baby's bell, said, “I'm three miles from home”
Done gassed up the Pontiac
Suey!

Throw your suitcase in the back
(Whoa, whoa)

(Whoa, whoa)

Wait out by the road, I'm comin' to pick you up”
Throw your suitcase in the back
(Whoa, whoa)
(Whoa, whoa)
(Whoa, whoa)
(Screw you man)

Quit my job, flipped off the boss, took my name off the payroll
Baby we ain't ever comin' back
(Whoa, whoa)
Blastin' out to Johnny Cash
I said, “Sugar, won't you put on that sun dress I like so much
Baby we ain't ever comin' back
(Whoa, whoa)
(Whoa, whoa)
Done gassed up the Pontiac
It's four hundred and sixty-seven miles to the outskirts of Las Vegas
(Whoa, whoa)
(Whoa, whoa)

Headin' for the highway
(Whoa, whoa)
Done gassed up the Pontiac
The man in black gonna rock your ass again
(Whoa, whoa)
By a preacher man who looks like Elvis?
Rollin' around the bend
But sugar don't you worry about tellin' your momma goodbye
Throw your suitcase in the back