G
Pack up all your dishes
C
Make note of all good wishes
G
Say goodby to the landlord for me
D
That sum-bitch has always bored me
G
Throw out them old LA papers
C
And that moldy box of vanilla wafers
G
Adios to all this concrete
D
Gonna get me some dirt road back street
C D
If I can just get off of that LA freeway
G C
Without getting killed or caught
G Em
Down that road in a cloud of smoke
C D
For some land that I ain't bought bought bought
Here's to you old skinny Dennis
Only one I think I will miss
I can hear them old bass men singing
Sweet and low like a gift you're bringin'
Play it for me just one more time now
Got to give it all we can now
I beleive everything your saying
Just keep on keep on playing
CHORUS
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
Don't you think it's time we're leavin'
CHORUS