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
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 can just get off of this L.A. Freeway
Without gettin' killed or caught
I'll be down the road in a cloud of smoke
To some land I ain't bought bought bought and
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 we can now
I believe everything you're sayin'
Just you keep on, keep on playin'
If I can just get off of this L.A. Freeway
Without gettin' killed or caught
I'll be down the 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 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'
If I can just get off of this L.A. Freeway
Without gettin' killed or caught
I'll be down the 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
(I'll be) down the road in a cloud of smoke
To some land that I ain't bought
So 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
(fade out)