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GPack up all your dishes
CMake note of all good wishes
GSay goodbye to the landlord for me
DThat son of a bitch has always bored me
GThrow out them L.A. papers
CThat moldy box of Vanilla Wafers
GAdios to all this concrete
DGonna get me some dirt road back street G D
If I can Cjust get off of this DL.A. Freeway
GWithout gettin' killed or Ccaught
I'll be Gdown the road in a cloud of smoke
To some Dland that I ain't bought bought bought and
GHere's to you old skinny Dennis
CThe only one I think I will miss
GI can hear that old bass singin'
DSweet and low like a gift you're bringin'
GPlay if for me one more time now
CGot to give it all we can now
GI believe everything you're sayin'
DJust you keep on keep on playin' G D
If I can Cjust get off of this DL.A. Freeway
GWithout gettin' killed or Ccaught
I'll be Gdown the road in a cloud of smoke
To some Dland that I ain't bought bought bought so
GPut the pink card in the mailbox
CLeave the key in the old front door lock
GThey'll find it likely as not
DI'm sure there's somethin' we have forgot
GOh, Susanna don't you cry, babe
CLove's a gift that's surely handmade
GWe got somethin' to believe in
DDon't you think it's time we're leavin' G D
If I can Cjust get off of this DL.A. Freeway
GWithout gettin' killed or Ccaught
I'll be Gdown the road in a cloud of smoke
To some Dland that I ain't bought bought bought
If I can Cjust get off of this DL.A. Freeway
GWithout gettin' killed or Ccaught
I'll be Gdown the road in a cloud of smoke
To some Dland that I ain't bought G
GPack up all your dishes
CMake note of all good wishes
GSay goodbye to the landlord for me
DThat son of a bitch has always bored me G D