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Pack up all your dishes Make note of all good wishes Say goodbye to the landlord for me That son of a bitch has always bored me Throw out them LA papers And that 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 this LA freeway Without getting killed or caught I'd be down that road in a cloud of smoke To some land I ain't bought bought bought Here's to you old skinny Dennis Only one I think I will miss I can hear that old bass singing Sweet and low like a gift you're bringing Play it for me just 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 this LA freeway Without getting killed or caught I'd be down that road in a cloud of smoke Letras de cancionesTo some land I ain't bought bought bought And you put the pink card in the mailbox Leave the key in the old front door lock They will find it likely as not I'm sure there's something we have forgot Oh Susanna, don't you cry, babe Love's a gift that's surely handmade We've got something to believe in Don't you think it's time we're leaving If I can just get off of this LA freeway Without getting killed or caught I'd be down that road in a cloud of smoke To some land I ain't bought bought bought If I can just get off of this LA freeway Without getting killed or caught... Pack up all your dishes Make note of all good wishes Say goodbye to the landlord for me That son of a bitch has always bored me From Letras Mania