La Freeway

Pack up all your dishes Make note of all good wishes Say goodby to the landlord for me That son a bitch 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 If I can just get off of this LA freeway Without getting killed or caught I'll be down that road in a cloud of smoke To some land that 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'd bring in 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 this LA freeway Without getting killed or caught I'll be down that road in a cloud of smoke To some land that I ain't bought bought bought Put the pink slip in the mailbox Leave the key in the old front door lock They'll find it likely as not I'm sure there's something 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 Don't you think it's we're leavin If I can just get off of this LA freeway Without getting killed or caught I'll be down that road in a cloud of smoke To some land that I ain't bought bought bought Pack up all your dishes Make note of all good wishes Say goodby to the landlord for me That son a bitch has always bored me From Guy Clark "Old No. 1" RCA Records 1975