Guy Clark
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Pack up all the dishes
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Make a note of all good wishes
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Say goodbye to the landlord for me
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Aw you know he always bored me
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And throw out all those LA papers
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The moldy box of Vanilla Wafers
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Adios to all this concrete
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Gonna get me some dirt road back streets
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Now here¡¯s to you old Skinny Dennis
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The only one I think I will miss
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I can hear those bass notes ringin¡¯
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As sweet and low like a gift your bringin¡¯
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So play it for me one more time now
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You got to give it all you can now
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Well I believe every word you¡¯re sayin¡¯
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Just to keep on keepin¡¯ on, keep on playin¡¯
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Chorus:
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Well I can just get off of this L.A. freeway
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Without getting killed or caught
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Down the road in a cloud of smoke
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To some land that, baby, we ain¡¯t bought
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If I can just get off this L.A. freeway
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Leave the key card in the mailbox
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Leave the key in that old front lock
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They can find it likely as not
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There must be somethin¡¯ we have forgot
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Oh, Susanna don¡¯t you cry babe
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Love¡¯s a gift and truly handmade
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We got somethin¡¯ to believe in
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Texas is callin, baby, it¡¯s time we were leavin¡¯
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Chorus
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L.A. Freeway
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| Roger Creager |
