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L.A. Freeway
Lyricist:Guy Clark
Pack up all the dishes Make a note of all good wishes Say goodbye to the landlord for me Son of the bitches always bore me
An' 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 backstreet
Here's to you old Skinny Dennis The only one I think I will miss I can hear those bass notes ringin' Sweet and low like a gift you're bringin'
You 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, baby, that we ain't bought If I can just get off this L.A. freeway
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Put the key card in the mailbox Leave the key in that old front door lock Where they can find it likely as not And there must be somethin' that we have forgot
Oh, Susanna, don't you cry, babe Love's a gift and truly handmade We got somethin' to believe in But Texas is callin', baby, time we were leavin'
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, baby, that we ain't bought
And if I can just get off this L.A. freeway Without getting killed or caught They're never gonna catch me Down the road in some land If I can just get off of this L.A. freeway
Oh I can hear Texas calling I can hear it calling me home Well, I can hear it calling me home Well, I can hear it calling me home I can hear it, I can hear it, calling from Texas
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