L.A. Freeway

Pack up all your dishes

Make note of all good wishes

Say goodbye to the landlord for me

Sons of bitches always bored 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 can 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 Bassman singin'

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

For some land that I ain't bought, bought, bought

If I can 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

Now 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 that road in a cloud of smoke

For some land that I ain't bought, bought, bought

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

Without getting killed or caught