Roger Creager - L.A. Freeway Lyrics
Guy ClarkPack up all the dishesMake a note of all good wishesSay goodbye to the landlord for meAw you know he always bored meAnd throw out all those LA papersThe moldy box of Vanilla WafersAdios to all this concreteGonna get me some dirt road back streetsNow here's to you old Skinny DennisThe only one I think I will missI can hear those bass notes ringin'As sweet and low like a gift your bringin'So play it for me one more time nowYou got to give it all you can nowWell I believe every word you're sayin'Just to keep on keepin' on, keep on playin'Chorus:Well I can just get off of this L.A. freewayWithout getting killed or caughtDown the road in a cloud of smokeTo some land that, baby, we ain't boughtIf I can just get off this L.A. freewayLeave the key card in the mailboxLeave the key in that old front lockThey can find it likely as notThere must be somethin' we have forgotOh, Susanna don't you cry babeLove's a gift and truly handmadeWe got somethin' to believe inTexas is callin, baby, it's time we were leavin'Chorus
