or
Roger Creager

Pack up all the dishes
Make a note of all good wishes
Say goodbye to the landlord for me
Aw you know he always bored me
And throw out all those LA papers
The moldy box of Vanilla Wafers
Adios to all this concrete
Gonna get me some dirt road back streets
Now here's to you old Skinny Dennis
The only one I think I will miss
I can hear those bass notes ringin
As sweet and low like a gift your bringin
So play it for me one more time now
You got to give it all you can now
Well I believe every word you're sayin
Just to keep on keepin on, keep on playin
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Well I can just get off of this L.A. freeway
Without getting killed or caught
Down the road in a cloud of smoke
To some land that, baby, we ain't bought
If I can just get off this L.A. freeway
Leave the key card in the mailbox
Leave the key in that old front lock
They can find it likely as not
There must be somethin we have forgot
Oh, Susanna don't you cry babe
Love's a gift and truly handmade
We got somethin to believe in
Texas is callin, baby, it's time we were leavin
Chorus

Written by CLARK, GUY
Published by Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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