Tuesday, May 17, 2016

RIP Guy Clark



RIP Guy Clark



L.A. Freeway
By Guy Clark
"Pack up all your dishes
Make note of all good wishes
Say goodbye to the landlord for me
That sum-bitch has always bored me
Throw out them old LA papers
And that moldy box of vanilla wafers
Adios to all this concrete
Gonna get me some dirt road back street
 
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
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 believe everything your saying
Just keep on keep on playing
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
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 Susanna now don't you cry, babe Love's a gift that's surely handmade We've got something to believe in Before you know it's time we're leavin"