L.A. Freeway (Live)
Pack up all your dishes
Make note of all good wishes
And say goodbye to the landlord for me
That son of bitch has always bored me
Throw out the 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
Down that 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 singin'
Sweet and low like a gift you're bringin'
Play it for me one more time, now
Got to give it all you we can now
I believe every thing you're sayin'
And just to keep on, keep on playin'
If I can just get off of this L.A. freeway
Without gettin' killed or caught
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 L.A. freeway
Without gettin' killed or caught
Down the road in a cloud of smoke
To some land I ain't bought
Put the pink card in the mailbox
Leave the key in that ol' 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's 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
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 L.A. freeway
Without gettin' killed or caught
You know my wife Suzanne and I used to live out there in Los Angeles damn California
Very weird place
The nice thing about it was right outside the front window
Was the prettiest little grapefruit tree you ever seen in your whole life
Oh the grapefruit were sweet
On the other hand the weird part was the landlord
He was one of those guys, come home from work every day
Go out to the garage and make his own bullets
One morning we awoke to the sound of the landlord out there with an axe
He was choppin' down the grapefruit tree
Well I went outside, went outside very, very, very, very, very, very carefully
Said, "Man, what are you doing?"
He said, "Oh Guy", said, "This damned old grapefruit tree's been here 20, 30 years
It's gotten so big and the roots have spread out so far"
Said, "It's startin' to crack the concrete patio" (ah-huh)
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
Make note of all good wishes
And say goodbye to the landlord for me
That son of bitch has always bored me
Throw out the 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
Down that 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 singin'
Sweet and low like a gift you're bringin'
Play it for me one more time, now
Got to give it all you we can now
I believe every thing you're sayin'
And just to keep on, keep on playin'
If I can just get off of this L.A. freeway
Without gettin' killed or caught
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 L.A. freeway
Without gettin' killed or caught
Down the road in a cloud of smoke
To some land I ain't bought
Put the pink card in the mailbox
Leave the key in that ol' 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's 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
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 L.A. freeway
Without gettin' killed or caught
You know my wife Suzanne and I used to live out there in Los Angeles damn California
Very weird place
The nice thing about it was right outside the front window
Was the prettiest little grapefruit tree you ever seen in your whole life
Oh the grapefruit were sweet
On the other hand the weird part was the landlord
He was one of those guys, come home from work every day
Go out to the garage and make his own bullets
One morning we awoke to the sound of the landlord out there with an axe
He was choppin' down the grapefruit tree
Well I went outside, went outside very, very, very, very, very, very carefully
Said, "Man, what are you doing?"
He said, "Oh Guy", said, "This damned old grapefruit tree's been here 20, 30 years
It's gotten so big and the roots have spread out so far"
Said, "It's startin' to crack the concrete patio" (ah-huh)
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
Credits
Writer(s): Guy Clark
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