Neil Wilburn - L.A. Freeway lyrics

Pack up all the dishes Make note of all good wishes Say goodbye to the landlord for me Sons-a-b**hes always bore me And throw out all those L.A. papers And 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 L.A. freeway Without getting k**ed 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 scales to you old Skinny Dennis Only one I think I will miss I can hear that old ba** singing Sweet and low like a gift your bringing Play it for me one more time now Got to give it all we can now I believe every thing you're saying Just to keep on keeping on, keep on playing If I can just get off of this L.A. freeway Without getting k**ed 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 something we have forgot Oh Susanna, don't you cry babe Love's a gift that's surely handmade We got something to believe in Don't you think it's time we were leavin? If I can just get off of this L.A. freeway Without getting k**ed 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 L.A. freeway Without getting k**ed 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 Say goodbye to the landlord for me Sons-a-b**hes always bore