L.A. Freeway

Pack up all your dishes now
Make note of all good wishes
Say goodbye to the landlord for me
Son of a bitch has always bored me
Throw out them L.A. papers
Moldy box of vanilla wafers
Adios to all this concrete
Gonna get me some dirt road back street

If I can just get over that L.A. freeway
Without getting killed or caught
Down the road in a cloud of smoke
To some land that I ain't bought bought bought
If I can just get over that L.A. freeway
Without getting killed or caught

Here's to you old Skinny Dennis
Only one I think I will miss
I can hear that old bassman singing
Sweet and low like a gift you're bringing so
Play it for me one more time now
Got to give it all we can now
I believe every word you're saying
So please keep on playing

If I can just get over that L.A. freeway
Without getting killed or caught
Down the road in a cloud of smoke
To some land that I ain't bought bought bought
If I can just get over that L.A. freeway
Without getting killed or caught

So put the pink card in the mailbox
Leave the key in the old front door lock
They'll find it likely as not
I'm sure there's something we have forgot
Oh Susanna why 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 high time we're leaving now

If I can just get over that L.A. freeway
Without getting killed or caught
Down the road in a cloud of smoke
To some land that I ain't bought bought bought
If I just get over that L.A. freeway
Without getting killed or caught said
Down the road in a cloud of smoke
To some land that I ain't bought bought bought
If I just get over that L.A. freeway
Without getting killed or caught