Lyrics

Pack up all the dishes Make a note of all good wishes Say goodbye to the landlord for me All you know he always bored me And throw out all those L.A. papers The moldy box of Vanilla Wafers Adios to all this concrete Gonna get me some dirt road back streets Now here's to you old Skinny Dennis The only one I think I will miss I can hear those bass notes ringin' As sweet and low like a gift your bringin' So play it for me one more time now You got to give it all you can now Well I believe every word you're sayin' Just to keep it on keepin' on, keep on playin' Well I can just get off of this L.A. freeway Without getting killed or caught Down the road in a cloud of smoke To some land that, baby, we ain't bought If I can just get off this L.A. freeway Leave the key card in the mailbox Leave the key in that old front lock They can find it likely as not There must be somethin' we have forgot Oh, Susanna don't you cry babe Love's a gift and truly handmade We got somethin' to believe in Texas is callin', baby, it's time we were leavin' Well I can just get off of this L.A. freeway Without getting killed or caught Down the road in a cloud of smoke To some land that, baby, we ain't bought If I can just get off this L.A. freeway Without getting killed or caught They can never gonna to catch me Put down the rod to somewhere we found it I can just get off of this L.A. freeway Hey Texas is callin', callin' me home
Writer(s): Guy Clark Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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