L.a. Freeway (pack Up All Your Dishes) Lyrics - Guy Clark

Pack up all your dishes. 

Make note of all good wishes. 

Say goodbye to the landlord for me. 

That son of 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 

[Chorus] 

If I can just get off of this LA freeway 

Without getting killed or caught 

I'd be down that road in a cloud of smoke 

For 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're bringin' 

Play it for me just one more time now 

Got to give it all we can now 

I believe everything your saying 

Just keep on, keep on playing 

[Chorus] 

And you 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've got something to believe in 

Don't ya' think it's time we're leavin' 

[Chorus] 

Pack up all your dishes. 

Make note of all good wishes. 

Say goodbye to the landlord for me. 

That son of a bitch has always bored me.