Pack up all your dishes 

Make note of all good wishes 

Say goodby to the landlord for me 

That sum-bitch has always bored me 

Throw out them old LA papers 

And that moldy box of vanilla wafers 

Adios to all this concrete 

Gonna get me some dirt road back street 



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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 



Here's to you old skinny Dennis 

Only one I think I will miss 

I can hear your Bassman singin' 

Sweet and low like a gift your bringin' 

Play it for me one more time now 

Got to give it all we can now 

I beleive everything your saying 

Just keep on keep on playing 



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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 Susanna now don't you cry, babe 

Love's a gift that's surely handmade 

We've got something to believe in 

Before you know it's time we're leavin' 



Chorus