L. A. Freeway
Pack up all the dishes
Make a note of all good wishes
Say goodbye to the landlord for
Son of the bitches always bored me
Throw out in L.A papers
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 L.A freeway
Without getting killed or caught
Down the road in a cloud of smoke
To some land I ain't bought, bought, bought
And here's to you old skinny Dennis
The only one I think I will miss
I can hear those bass ringin'
Sweet and low like a gift your bringin'
Play it for me one more time now
Got to give it all you can now
I believe every word you're sayin'
Just to keep on keepin' on, keep on playin'
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, bought, bought
And you put the pink card in the mailbox
Leave the key in that 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 truly handmade
We got somethin' to believe in
Don't you think it's time we're leavin'
I can just get off of this L.A freeway
Without getting killed or caught
Down at 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 at the road in a cloud of smoke
To some land I ain't bought
So pack up all the dishes
Make a note of all good wishes
And say goodbye to the landlord for me
The son of the bitches always bored me