Pack up all your dishes 
Make note of all good wishes 
Say goodbye to the landlord for me 
Sons of bitches always boreme 
Throw out those 
L A papers 
Moldy box of vanilla wafers 
Adios to all this concrete 
Gonna get me some dirt road back street [Chorus] 
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 The 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 every word your saying 
Just keep on keep on playing 
Chorus 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 my lady now don't you cry, hey 
Love's a gift that's truly handmade 
We've got something to believe in 
Now don't you think it's time we're leavin' 
Chorus