LA 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 wafers
Adios to all this concrete
Gonna get me some dirt road back street
If I 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 singin´
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 keep on keep on playing
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 somethin´we have forgot
Oh Susanna don´t you cry, babe
Love´s a gift that´s surely handmade
We got somethin´to believe in
Don´t you think it´s time we´re leavin´

[Text & Musik: Guy Clark]