L.a. Freeway Lyrics

by Steve Earle

Pack up all your dishes
Make note of all good wishes
Say goodbye to the landlord for me
That son of a b**ch has always bored me
Throw out them LA papers
And that moldy box of vanilla wafers
Adios to all this concrete
Gonna get me some dirt road back street

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If I can just get off of this LA freeway
Without getting killed or caught
I'd be down that road in a cloud of smoke
To some land I ain't bought bought bought

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

If I can just get off of this LA freeway
Without getting killed or caught
I'd be down that road in a cloud of smoke
To some land I ain't bought bought bought

And you put the pink card in the mailbox
Leave the key in the old front door lock
They will 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've got something to believe in
Don't you think it's time we're leaving

If I can just get off of this LA freeway
Without getting killed or caught
I'd be 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 LA freeway
Without getting killed or caught...

Pack up all your dishes
Make note of all good wishes
Say goodbye to the landlord for me
That son of a b**ch has always bored me