LA Freeway Songtext
von Flying Shoes

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 L.A. papers
And that moldy box of vanilla wafers
Adios to all this concrete
I′m gonna get me some dirt road back street

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


Well, here's to you old skinny dentist
The only one I think I will miss
I can hear that old bass singing
Sweet and low like a gift to bring in
Play it for me one more time now
Got to give it all we can now
I believe everything you're saying
Just keep on, keep on playing

If I can just get off of this L.A. freeway
Without getting killed or caught
I′ll be down the road in a cloud of smoke
To some land that I ain′t bought, bought, bought

And put the pink card in the mailbox
Leave the key in the old front door lock
They will find it like me, it's not
I′m sure there's something we have forgot
Oh so sing and 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 L.A. freeway
Without getting killed or caught
I'll be down the 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 getting killed or caught
I'll be down the road in a cloud of smoke
To some land that I ain′t bought

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