L.A. Freeway

Pack up all your dishes
Make note of all good wishes
Say goodbye to the landlord for me
That sum-bitch has always bored me
Throw out them L.A. papers
And that moldy box of vanilla waters
Adios to all this concrete
Gonna get me some dirt road back street
If I can just get off this L.A. Freeway
Without getting killed or caught
I'll be down the road in a cloud of smoke
To some land that I ain't bought bought bought
If I can just get off this L.A. Freeway
Without getting killed or caught
I'll be down the road in a cloud of smoke
To some land that I ain't bought bought bought
Here's to you old skinny Dennis
The only one I think I will miss
I can hear your bassman singing
Sweet and low like a gift you're bringing
Play it for me one more time now
Got to give it all we can now
I believe everything you're saying
Just you keep on keep on playing
If I can just get off this L.A. Freeway
Without getting killed or caught
I'll be down the road in a cloud of smoke
To some land that I ain't bought bought bought
If I can just get off this L.A. Freeway
Without getting killed or caught
I'll be down the road in a cloud of smoke
To some land that I ain't bought bought bought
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 something we have forgot
Oh, Susanna 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 time we're leaving
If I can just get off this L.A. Freeway
Without getting killed or caught
I'll be down the road in a cloud of smoke
To some land that I ain't bought bought bought
If I can just get off this L.A. Freeway
Without getting killed or caught
I'll be down the road in a cloud of smoke
To some land that I ain't bought bought bought



Credits
Writer(s): Py Bäckman
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