Johnny Cash taby ukulele według Jason Aldean

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  Quit my job flipped off the boss took my name off the pay roll 
       ("Screw You Man"--haha...love it!!!)
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  picked up my cell rang my babies bell said i'm three miles from 
         home
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  I said sugar won't you put on that sun dress I like so much
         E                                  D               A (quick hit)
  wait out by the road im comin' to pick you up


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CHORUS  (whoa whoa) throw your suitcase in the back
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  (whoa Whoa) done gassed up the Pontiac
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  (whoa whoa) blastin' out the Johnny Cash
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           headin' for the highway baby we aint ever comin' back

  FILL RIFF

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  It's Four-hundred and sixty-seven miles to the outskirts of Las 
          A
          Vegas
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          What do ya say we go get married by a preacher man who 
                      A
          Looks like Elvis
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  sugar don't worry about tellin' your momma goodbye
               E                                     D
  we'll send her a souvenir postcard from the wild side


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CHORUS  (whoa whoa) throw your suitcase in the back
           E         D                    A
  (whoa Whoa) done gassed up the Pontiac
           E         D                        A                         
  (whoa whoa) blastin' out the Johnny Cash
           D                        A                           E
           headin' for the highway baby we aint ever comin' back




           E         D                    A
CHORUS  (whoa whoa) throw your suitcase in the back
           E         D                    A
  (whoa Whoa) done gassed up the Pontiac
           E         D                        A                         
  (whoa whoa) blastin' out the Johnny Cash
           D                        A                           E
           headin' for the highway baby we aint ever comin' back
         Suey!