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 old LA papers

And that moldy box of vanilla wafers

Adios to all this concrete

Gonna get me some dirt road back street

If I can just get off of that L.A. freeway

Without getting killed or caught

Down that road in a cloud of smoke

For some land that I ain't bought bought bought

If I can just get off of that L.A. freeway

Here's to you old skinny Dennis

Only one I think I will miss

I can hear your Bassman singin'

Sweet and low like a gift your bringin'

Play it for me one more time now

Got to give it all we can now

I believe everything your saying

Just keep on keep on playing

If I can just get off of that L.A. freeway

Without getting killed or caught

Down that road in a cloud of smoke

For some land that I ain't bought bought bought

If I can just get off of that L.A. freeway

Put the pink slip in the mailbox

Leave the key in the old front door lock

They will find it likely as not

With all the things that we have forgot

Oh Susanna now don't you cry, babe

Love's a gift that's surely handmade

We've got something to believe in

Before you know it's time we're leavin'

If I can just get off of that L.A. freeway

Without getting killed or caught

Down that road in a cloud of smoke

For some land that I ain't bought bought bought

If I can just get off of that L.A. freeway