Pack up all your dishes
Take note of all good wishes
Say goodby to the landlord for me
The son of a bitch has always bored me
Throw out all them LA papers
And them moldy bags of vanilla wafers
Adios to all this concrete
Gonna get me some dirt road back street

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If I can just get off of this L.A. freeway
Without getting killed or caught
I'll be down the road in a cloud of smoke
To some land that I ain't bought

And here's to you old skinny Dennis
Only one I think I will miss
I can hear your old Bass singin'
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Play it for me one more time now
Got to give it all we can now
I believe everything your saying
Just you keep on keep on playing

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Put the pink slip in the mailbox
Leave the key in the old front door lock
They'll find it likely as not
I'm sure there's something we have forgot
But oh Susanna don't you cry, babe
Love's a gift that's surely handmade
We've got something to believe in
Don't you think it's time we'as leavin'

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