A D A E A D A E A Pack up all your dishes D Make note of all good wishes A Say goodby to the landlord for me E That son a bitch has always bored me A Throw out them LA papers D And that moldy box of vanilla wafers A Adios to all this concrete E A E Gonna get me some dirt road back street D E If I can just get off of this LA freeway A D Without getting killed or caught A I'll be down that road in a cloud of smoke E To some land that I ain't bought bought bought A Here's to you old skinny Dennis D Only one I think I will miss A I can hear that old bass singing E Sweet and low like a gift you'd bring in A Play it for me one more time now D Got to give it all we can now A I believe everything your saying E A E Just keep on keep on playing D E If I can just get off of this LA freeway A D Without getting killed or caught A I'll be down that road in a cloud of smoke E To some land that I ain't bought bought bought A Put the pink slip in the mailbox D Leave the key in the old front door lock A They'll find it likely as not E I'm sure there's something we have forgot A Oh Susanna now don't you cry babe D Love's a gift that's surely handmade A We've got something to believe in E A E Don't you think it's we're leavin D E If I can just get off of this LA freeway A D Without getting killed or caught A I'll be down that road in a cloud of smoke E To some land that I ain't bought bought bought A Pack up all your dishes D Make note of all good wishes A Say goodby to the landlord for me E A D A E A That son a bitch has always bored me From Guy Clark "Old No. 1" RCA Records 1975
