C
Pack up all your dishes
F
Make note of all good wishes
C
Say goodbye to the landlord for me
G
Sons of bitches always bore me
C
Throw out those L.A. papers
F
moldy box of vanilla wafers
C
Adios to all this concrete
G
gonna get me some dirt road back street...
F G
If I can just get off of that L.A. freeway
C F
without getting killed or caught
C C/B Am7
Down the road in a cloud of smoke
Dm7 G
for some land that I ain't bought...
F G
If I can just get off of that L.A. freeway
C F
without getting killed or caught
C C/B Am7 Dm7 G
Here's to you, ol' skinny Dennis
the only one I think I will miss
I can hear your bassman singing
soft and low like a gift you're bringing
Play it for me one more time now
got to give it all we can now
I believe every word you're saying...
keep on, keep on playing.
(Chorus)
Put the pink slip in the mailbox
leave the key in the ol' front door lock
They will find it likely as not
and all the things that we have forgot
Oh, Suzannah don't you cry babe
love's a gift that's truly handmade
We got something we believe in
Texas is callin'it's time we're leaving.
(Chorus)