Lyrics:

Guy Clark



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'



Chorus:

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'



Chorus