L.a. freeway

Pack up all your dishes make note of all good wishes
Say goodbye to the landlord for me that son of a bitch has always bored me
Throw out them LA papers and that moldy box of vanilla wafers
Adios to all this concrete gonna get me some dirt road back street

If I can just get off of this LA freeway without gettin' killed or caught
I'd be down that road in a cloud of smoke
To some land that I ain't bought bought bought

Here's to you old skinny Dennis only one I think I will miss
I can hear that old bass singing sweet and low like a gift you're bringin'
Play it for me one more time now got to give it all we can now
I beleive everything you're saying just keep on keep on playing
If I can just get off of this LA freeway...

And you put the pink card in the mailbox leave the key in the old front door lock
They'll find it likely as not I'm sure there's somethin' we have forgot
Oh Susanna don't you cry babe love's a gift that's surely handmade
We've got something to believe in don'tcha think it's time we're leavin'
If I can just get off of this LA freeway...
If I can just get off of this LA freeway...

So pack up all your dishes make note of all good wishes
Say goodbye to the landlord for me that son of a bitch has always bored me
[ ac.guitar - fiddle - harmonica ]