Listen to L.A. Freeway by Guy Clark

L.A. Freeway

Guy Clark

Country

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Guy Clark
Guy Clark
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Guy Clark
Guy Clark
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Neil Wilburn
Neil Wilburn
Producer
Al Pachucki
Al Pachucki
Engineer

Lyrics

Pack up all your dishes Make note of all good wishes And say goodbye to the landlord for me That son of bitch has always bored me Throw out the L.A. papers And that mouldy box of Vanilla Wafers Adios, to all this concrete Gonna get me some dirt road back streets If I can just get off of this L.A. freeway Without gettin' killed or caught Down that road in a cloud of smoke To some land I ain't bought, bought, bought And it's, here's to you old Skinny Dennis The only one I think I will miss I can hear that old bass singin' Sweet and low like a gift you're bringin' Play it for me one more time, now Got to give it all you we can now I believe every thing you're sayin' And just to keep on, keep on playin' If I can just get off of this L.A. freeway Without gettin' killed or caught 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 L.A. freeway Without gettin' killed or caught Down the road in a cloud of smoke To some land I ain't bought Put the pink card in the mailbox Leave the key in that ol' 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, baby Love's a gift that's surely handmade We got somethin' to believe in Don't you think, it's time we're leavin'? If I can just get off of this L.A. freeway Without gettin' killed or caught 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 L.A. freeway Without gettin' killed or caught You know my wife Suzanne and I used to live out there in Los Angeles damn California Very weird place The nice thing about it was right outside the front window Was the prettiest little grapefruit tree you ever seen in your whole life Oh the grapefruit were sweet On the other hand the weird part was the landlord He was one of those guys, come home from work every day Go out to the garage and make his own bullets One morning we awoke to the sound of the landlord out there with an axe He was choppin' down the grapefruit tree Well I went outside, went outside very, very, very, very, very, very carefully Said, "Man, what are you doing?" He said, "Oh Guy", said, "This damned old grapefruit tree's been here 20, 30 years It's gotten so big and the roots have spread out so far" Said, "It's startin' to crack the concrete patio" (ah-huh) Pack up all your dishes Make note of all good wishes Say goodbye to the landlord for me That son of a bitch has always bored me
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