L.A. Freeway Songtext
von The Band of Heathens

Pack up all your dishes
Make note of all good wishes
Say goodbye to the landlord for me
That son of bitch has always bored me

Throw out them L.A. papers
That mouldy box of Vanilla Wafers
Adios, to all this concrete
I′m gonna get me some dirt road back streets

If I can just get off of this L.A. freeway
Without gettin' killed or be 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 L.A. freeway
Without gettin' killed or be caught

Here to you, old Skinny Dennis
The only one I think I will miss
I can hear your bass notes singin′
Sweet and low like a gift you′re bringin'


Play it for me just one more time now
Got to give it all we can now
I believe every thing you′re sayin'
Just keep on, keep on playin′

If I can just get off of this L.A. freeway
Without gettin' killed or be caught
And I′d be down that road in a cloud of smoke
Reachin' land that I ain't bought, bought, bought
If I can just get off of this L.A. freeway
Without gettin′ killed or be caught

Put the pink slip in the mailbox
Leave the key in that old front door lock
They will find it likely as not
With all the thing that we have forgot

Oh, Susanna, don′t you cry, babe
Love's a gift that′s surely handmade
We've got somethin′ to believe in
Don't you think it′s time we're leavin'?

If I can just get off of this L.A. freeway
Without gettin′ killed or be caught
I′d be down that road in a cloud of smoke
To some land that I ain't bought, bought, bought


If I can just get off of this L.A. freeway
Without gettin′ killed or be caught
I'd be down the road in a cloud of smoke
For some land that I ain′t bought, bought, bought
If I can just get off of this L.A. freeway
Without gettin' killed or be caught