L.A. Freeway

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 them LA papers
 And that mouldy box of vanilla wafers
 Adios to all this concrete
 Gonna get me some dirt road back streets
 If I can just get off of
 I'll be down the road in a cloud of smoke
 To some land I ain't bought, bought, bought
 And it's, 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 you we can now
 I believe every thing you're saying
 And just to keep on, keep on playing
 If I can just get off of this L.A. freeway
 Without gettin' killed or caught
 I'll be 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 the 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, baby
 Love's a gift that's surely handmade
 We got somethin' to believe in
 Don't you think it's time we're leavin'?
 If I can just get off of this LA freeway
 Without gettin' 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 LA freeway
 Without gettin' killed or caught
 Down the road in a cloud of smoke
 To some land I ain't bought
 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
 
 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 them LA papers
 And that mouldy box of vanilla wafers
 Adios to all this concrete
 Gonna get me some dirt road back streets
 If I can just get off of
 I'll be down the road in a cloud of smoke
 To some land I ain't bought, bought, bought
 And it's, 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 you we can now
 I believe every thing you're saying
 And just to keep on, keep on playing
 If I can just get off of this L.A. freeway
 Without gettin' killed or caught
 I'll be 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 the 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, baby
 Love's a gift that's surely handmade
 We got somethin' to believe in
 Don't you think it's time we're leavin'?
 If I can just get off of this LA freeway
 Without gettin' 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 LA freeway
 Without gettin' killed or caught
 Down the road in a cloud of smoke
 To some land I ain't bought
 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