Guy Clark - L. A. Freeway Lyrics
Pack up all your dishes.Make note of all good wishes.Say goodbye to the landlord for me.That son of a ***** has always bored me.Throw out them LA papersAnd that moldy box of vanilla wafers.Adios to all this concrete.Gonna get me some dirt road back streetChorusIf I can just get off of this LA freewayWithout getting killed or caughtI'd be down that road in a cloud of smokeFor some land that I ain't bought bought boughtHere's to you old skinny DennisOnly one I think I will missI can hear that old bass singingSweet and low like a gift you're bringin'Play it for me just one more time nowGot to give it all we can nowI beleive everything your sayingJust keep on, keep on playingChorusAnd you put the pink card in the mailboxLeave the key in the old front door lockThey will find it likely as notI'm sure there's somethin' we have forgotOh Susanna, don't you cry, babeLove's a gift that's surely handmadeWe've got something to believe inDontcha' think it's time we're leavin'ChorusRepeat 1/2 of verse 1
