C                        
Pack up all your dishes 
F 
Make note of all good wishes 
C                                    
Say goodbye to the landlord for me 
G 
Sons of bitches always bore me 
 
 
C                            
Throw out those L.A. papers 
F 
moldy box of vanilla wafers 
C                           
Adios to all this concrete 
G 
gonna get me some dirt road back street... 
 
 
         F                    G                 
If I can just get off of that L.A. freeway 
    C                     F 
without getting killed or caught 
C        C/B       Am7                      
Down the road in a cloud of smoke 
         Dm7               G 
for some land that I ain't bought... 
         F                    G                 
If I can just get off of that L.A. freeway  
    C                     F 
without getting killed or caught 
 

C  C/B  Am7  Dm7  G 
 
 
Here's to you, ol' skinny Dennis  
the only one I think I will miss 
I can hear your bassman singing 
soft and low like a gift you're bringing 
 
Play it for me one more time now 
got to give it all we can now 
I believe every word you're saying... 
keep on, keep on playing. 
 
(Chorus) 
 
Put the pink slip in the mailbox 
leave the key in the ol' front door lock 
They will find it likely as not 
and all the things that we have forgot 
 
Oh, Suzannah don't you cry babe  
love's a gift that's truly handmade 
We got something we believe in  
Texas is callin'it's time we're leaving. 
 
(Chorus)