Pack up all the dishes   Make a note of all good wishes   Say goodbye to the landlord for me   All you know he always bored me      And throw out all those L.A. 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 it on keepin' on, keep on playin'      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'      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   Without getting killed or caught   They can never gonna to catch me   Put down the rod to somewhere we found it      I can just get off of this L.A. freeway   Hey Texas is callin', callin' me home