A D A E A D A E
A
Pack up all your dishes
D
Make note of all good wishes
A
Say goodby to the landlord for me
E
That son a bitch has always bored me
A
Throw out them LA papers
D
And that moldy box of vanilla wafers
A
Adios to all this concrete
E A E
Gonna get me some dirt road back street
D E
If I can just get off of this LA freeway
A D
Without getting killed or caught
A
I'll be down that road in a cloud of smoke
E
To some land that I ain't bought bought bought
A
Here's to you old skinny Dennis
D
Only one I think I will miss
A
I can hear that old bass singing
E
Sweet and low like a gift you'd bring in
A
Play it for me one more time now
D
Got to give it all we can now
A
I believe everything your saying
E A E
Just keep on keep on playing
D E
If I can just get off of this LA freeway
A D
Without getting killed or caught
A
I'll be down that road in a cloud of smoke
E
To some land that I ain't bought bought bought
A
Put the pink slip in the mailbox
D
Leave the key in the old front door lock
A
They'll find it likely as not
E
I'm sure there's something we have forgot
A
Oh Susanna now don't you cry babe
D
Love's a gift that's surely handmade
A
We've got something to believe in
E A E
Don't you think it's we're leavin
D E
If I can just get off of this LA freeway
A D
Without getting killed or caught
A
I'll be down that road in a cloud of smoke
E
To some land that I ain't bought bought bought
A
Pack up all your dishes
D
Make note of all good wishes
A
Say goodby to the landlord for me
E A D A E A
That son a bitch has always bored me
From Guy Clark "Old No. 1"
RCA Records 1975