L.A. Freeway

Pack up all your dishes Make note of all good wishes Say goodbye to the landlord for me Sons-a-bitches always bore me And throw out them old L.A. papers And the moldy box of Vanilla Wafers Adios to all this concrete Gonna get me some dirt road back streets 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 here's to you old Skinny Dennis Only one I think I will miss I can hear your old bassman singing Sweet and low like a gift your bringing Play it for me 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 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 then 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 got something to believe in Don't you think it's time we were leavin? 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 this L.A. freeway Without getting killed or caught Pack up all your dishes Make note of all good wishes Say goodbye to the landlord for me Sons-a-bitches always bored me