Steve Earle - L.A. Freeway lyrics
[Steve Earle - L.A. Freeway lyrics]
Pack up all your dishes
Make note of all good wishes
Say goodbye to the landlord for me
Sum'bitch has always bored me
Throw out them old LA papers
The moldy 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 LA freeway
Without getting 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
Only one I think I will miss
I can hear your old bass man singing
Sweet and low like a gift your bringing
Play it for me one more time now
Gotta give it all we can now
I believe every word you're 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 the road in a cloud of smoke
To some land I ain't bought, bought, bought
And then put the pink card in the mailbox
Leave the key in the old front door lock
They will 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 LA freeway
Without getting 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 this LA freeway
Without getting killed or caught
Pack up all your dishes
Make note of all good wishes
Say goodbye to the landlord for me
Sum'bitch has always bored me
Make note of all good wishes
Say goodbye to the landlord for me
Sum'bitch has always bored me
Throw out them old LA papers
The moldy 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 LA freeway
Without getting 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
Only one I think I will miss
I can hear your old bass man singing
Sweet and low like a gift your bringing
Play it for me one more time now
Gotta give it all we can now
I believe every word you're 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 the road in a cloud of smoke
To some land I ain't bought, bought, bought
And then put the pink card in the mailbox
Leave the key in the old front door lock
They will 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 LA freeway
Without getting 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 this LA freeway
Without getting killed or caught
Pack up all your dishes
Make note of all good wishes
Say goodbye to the landlord for me
Sum'bitch has always bored me