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 getting killed or caught
 I'd be down that road in a cloud of smoke
 To some land 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 bringing
 Play it for me just one more time now
 Got to give it all we can now
 I believe every word you're saying
 Just keep on, keep on playing
 If I can just get off of this LA freeway
 Without getting killed or caught
 I'd be down that 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 old front door lock
 They will 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've got something to believe in
 Don't you think it's time we're leaving
 If I can just get off of this LA freeway
 Without getting killed or caught
 I'd be down that 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 getting killed or caught
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 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