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Quit Emy job flipped off the boss tDook my name off the pay roAll
(Screw You Man)
pickEed up my cell rang my babies bDell said i'm three miles from A
home
I said sugar wEon't you put on that sun dress I like soD much A
wait oEut by the road im comin' to pick yoDu up A
Chorus (wEhoa whoa) Dthrow your suitcase iAn the back
(whoa WhEoa) done gDassed up the Pontiac A
(whoa whEoa) blastiDn' out the Johnny Cash A
Dheadin' for the highway bAaby we aint ever comin' backE
FILL RIFF
It'sE Four-hundred and sixty-seven miles tDo the outskirts of Las
AVegas
EWhat do ya say we go get married by a pDreacher man who
Looks like EAlvis
sugarE don't worry about tellin' your mommaD goodbye A
we'll send hEer a souvenir postcard from the wild sDide
Chorus (wEhoa whoa) Dthrow your suitcase iAn the back
(whoa WhEoa) done gDassed up the Pontiac A
(whoa whEoa) blastiDn' out the Johnny Cash A
Dheadin' for the highway bAaby we aint ever comin' backE
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Chorus (wEhoa whoa) Dthrow your suitcase iAn the back
(whoa WhEoa) done gDassed up the Pontiac A
(whoa whEoa) blastiDn' out the Johnny Cash A
Dheadin' for the highway bAaby we aint ever comin' backE
Suey!
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