L.A. Freeway

Lyrics for 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 L.A. 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 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 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 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 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 If I can just get off of this L.A. 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