L.a. Freeway Lyrics - Roger Creager

Pack up all the dishes 

Make a note of all good wishes 

Say goodbye to the landlord for me 

All you know he always bored me 

And throw out all those L.A. papers 

The moldy box of Vanilla Wafers 

Adios to all this concrete 

Gonna get me some dirt road back streets 

Now here's to you old Skinny Dennis 

The only one I think I will miss 

I can hear those bass notes ringin' 

As sweet and low like a gift your bringin' 

So play it for me one more time now 

You got to give it all you can now 

Well I believe every word you're sayin' 

Just to keep it on keepin' on, keep on playin' 

Well I can just get off of this L.A. freeway 

Without getting killed or caught 

Down the road in a cloud of smoke 

To some land that, baby, we ain't bought 

If I can just get off this L.A. freeway 

Leave the key card in the mailbox 

Leave the key in that old front lock 

They can find it likely as not 

There must be somethin' we have forgot 

Oh, Susanna don't you cry babe 

Love's a gift and truly handmade 

We got somethin' to believe in 

Texas is callin', baby, it's time we were leavin' 

Well I can just get off of this L.A. freeway 

Without getting killed or caught 

Down the road in a cloud of smoke 

To some land that, baby, we ain't bought 

If I can just get off this L.A. freeway 

Without getting killed or caught 

They can never gonna to catch me 

Put down the rod to somewhere we found it 

I can just get off of this L.A. freeway 

Hey Texas is callin', callin' me home