[Verse 1]

Pack up all your dishes

Make note of all good wishes

And say goodbye to the landlord for me

That son-of-a-bitch has always bored me

Throw out all them L.A. 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 L.A. 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

[Verse 2]

Here's to you, old Skinny Dennis

The only one I think I will miss

I can hear that old bass singing

Sweet and low like a gift you're 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, keep on playing

[Chorus]

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

[Verse 3]

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're leaving?

[Chorus]

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

Without getting killed or caught

Down the road in a cloud of smoke

To some land I ain't bought

[Verse 1 reprise]

So pack up all your dishes

Make note of all good wishes

And say goodbye to the landlord for me

That son-of-a-bitch has always bored me