Guy Clark - L.A. Freeway
with thanks as ever to O MY Soul
Clark featured singing on Nanci Griffith's Other Voices Other Rooms and he was one of her favourite 'country' songwriters. The guy was a master at writing the country steeped in the universal truisms and poetry but never quite made it on his own and didn't seem to travel well so we only discovered him here in Europe through covers by others [he wrote Desperados Waiting For A Train that featured as did he on Griffith's Other Voices Too] . . . . . both sadly lost to us now (Clark died in 2006 and Nanci we lost at 68 last year having beaten cancer twice before) and both are always worth checking out
Pack up all your dishes
Make note of all good wishes
And say goodbye to the landlord for me
That son of bitch has always bored me
Throw out them L.A. papers
That mouldy box of Vanilla Wafers
Adios, to all this concrete
Gonna get me some dirt road back streets
I can just get off of this L.A. freeway
Without gettin' killed or caught
Down that road in a cloud of smoke
To some land I ain't bought, bought, bought
And it's, here's to you, old Skinny Dennis
The only one I think I will miss
I can hear old bass singin'
Sweet and low like a gift you're bringin'
Play it for me one more time now
Got to give it all you can now
I believe every thing you're sayin'
Just to keep on, keep on playin'
I can just get off of this L.A. freeway
Without gettin' killed or caught
Down that road in a cloud of smoke
To some land I ain't bought, bought, bought
And you put the pink card in the mailbox
Leave the key in that old front door lock
They'll find it likely as not
I'm sure there's somethin' we have forgot
Oh, Susanna, don't you cry, baby
Love's a gift that's surely handmade
We got somethin' to believe in
Don't you think it's time, we're leavin'?
I can just get off of this L.A. freeway
Without gettin' killed or caught
Down the road in a cloud of smoke
To some land I ain't bought, bought, bought
If I can just get off of this L.A. freeway
Without gettin' killed or caught
Down the road in a cloud of smoke
To some land I ain't bought
So pack up all your dishes
Make note of all good wishes
And say goodbye to the landlord for me
That son of bitch has always bored me
Thank you
Here's a little song for y'all that might ever
Pounded any nails for a livin'
Or at least just hit your thumb a couple times
That counts too
Songwriters: Guy Clark
L.A. Freeway lyrics © Chappell & Co., Inc.
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