Karaoké L.A. Freeway Guy Clark

Pack up all your dishes

Make note of all good wishes

And say goodbye to the landlord for me

That son of a bitch has always bored me

Throw out them 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

I'd be 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 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

I'd be 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 the 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 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'd be 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

So pack up all your dishes

Make note of all good wishes

And say goodbye to the landlord for me

That son of a bitch has always bored me