L.A. Freeway

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Pack up all your dishes Make note of all good wishes And say goodbye to the landlord for me That son-of-a-bitch has always bored me Throw out all them L.A. papers And that moldy box of vanilla wafers Adios to all this concrete Gonna get me some dirt road back street [Chorus] If I can just get off of this L.A. freeway Without getting killed or caught I'll be down the road in a cloud of smoke To some land I ain't bought bought bought And it's [Verse 2] Here's to you, old Skinny Dennis The only one I think I will miss I can hear that old bass singing Sweet and low like a gift you're bringing Play it for me one more time now Got to give it all we can now I believe every thing you're saying Just to keep on, keep on playing [Chorus] If I can just get off of this L.A. freeway Without getting killed or caught I'll be down the road in a cloud of smoke To some land I ain't bought bought bought [Verse 3] And you put the pink card in the mailbox Leave the key in the front door lock They'll find it likely as not I'm sure there's something we have forgot Oh Susanna, don't you cry, babe Love's a gift that's surely handmade We got something to believe in Don't you think it's time we're leaving? [Chorus] If I can just get off of this L.A. freeway Without getting killed or caught I'll be down the road in a cloud of smoke To some land I ain't bought bought bought If I can just get off of this L.A. freeway Without getting killed or caught Down the road in a cloud of smoke To some land I ain't bought [Verse 1 reprise] So pack up all your dishes Make note of all good wishes And say goodbye to the landlord for me That son-of-a-bitch has always bored me