The Band Of Heathens, Todd Snider - L.A. Freeway 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 them L.A. papers
That moldy box of Vanilla Wafers
Adios, to all this concrete
Gonna get me some dirt road back streets

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 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 can now
I believe every thing you're sayin'
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

And you put the pink card in the mailbox
Leave the key in that old 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 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
Down the road in a cloud of smoke
To some land I ain't bought