Текст песни 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'll be down the 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 singing
Sweet and low like a gift you're bringing

Play it for me one more time, now
Got to give it all you we can now
I believe every thing you're saying
And just to keep on, keep on playing

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, baby
Love's a gift that 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
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