Roger Creager - L.A. Freeway lyrics

Pack up all the dishes

Make a note of all good wishes

Say goodbye to the landlord for me

Aw you know he always bored me.

And throw out all those LA 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 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.

Ain't never gonna catch me.

Goin down to some land we ain't bought.

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

Texas is callin', Callin' me back home.