Jerry Jeff Walker Follow

Pack up all your dishes, make note of all good wishes
Say goodbye to the landlord for me, sons of bitches always bore me
Throw out those L.A. papers, moldy box of vanilla wafers
Adios to all this concrete, gonna get me some dirt road back street

If I can just get off of that L.A. freeway without getting killed or caught
Down the road in a cloud of smoke
For some land that I ain't bought, bought, bought
If I just get off of that L.A. freeway without getting killed or caught

Here's to you old skinny Dennis the only one I think I will miss
I can hear your bass men singing sweet and low like a gift you're bringin'
Play it for me one more time now, got to give it all we can now
I believe every word you're saying, just keep on, keep on, playing

If I can just get off of that L.A. freeway without getting killed or caught
Down the road in a cloud of smoke

If I just get off of that L.A. freeway without getting killed or caught

Put the pink slip in the mailbox, leave the key in the old front door lock
They will find it likely as not with all the things that we have forgot
Oh, my lady, now don't you cry, babe, love's a gift that's truly handmade
We've got something to believe in but don't you think it's time we're leavin'

If I can just get off of that L.A. freeway without getting killed or caught
Down the road in a cloud of smoke
For some land that I ain't bought, bought, bought

If I just get off of that L.A. freeway without getting killed or caught
Down the road in a cloud of smoke
For some land, I ain't bought, bought, bought
If I just get off of that L.A. freeway without getting killed or caught

Pack up all your dishes, make note of all good wishes
Say goodbye to the landlord for me, sons of bitches always bore me
Throw out those L.A. papers, moldy box of vanilla wafers