| Pack up all your dishes
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| Make note of all good wishes
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| Say goodbye to the landlord for me Sons o' bitches always bore me Throw out those L.A. papers
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| Moldy box of vanilla wafers
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| Adios to all this concrete
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| Gonna get me some dirt road backstreet
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| If I can just get off of that L.A. Freeway
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| Without getting killed or caught
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| Down the road in a cloud of smoke
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| For some land, some land that I ain’t bought, bought, bought
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| If I can just get off that L.A. Freeway
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| If I can just get off of that L.A. Freeway
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| Without getting killed or caught
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| Here’s to you old skinny Dennis
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| The only one I think I will miss
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| I can hear your bassman singin'
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| Sweet and low like a gift you’re bringin'
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| Play it for me one more time now
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| Got to give it all we can now
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| I believe every word you’re sayin'
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| Keep on just keep on playin'
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| Chorus
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| Put the pink slip in the mailbox
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| Leave the key in the old front door lock
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| They will find it likely as not
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| With all the things that we have forgot
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| Oh my lady now don’t you cry
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| Love’s a gift that’s truly handmade |
| We got somethin' to believe in Now don’t you think it’s time we were leavin'
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| Chorus |