Pack up all the dishes
Make a note of all good wishes
Say goodbye to the landlord for me
Son of the *****es always bore me

An' throw out all those L.A. papers
And the moldy box of Vanilla Wafers
Adios to all this concrete
Gonna get me some dirt road backstreet

Here’s to you old Skinny Dennis
The only one I think I will miss
I can hear those b*** notes ringin’
Sweet and low like a gift you're bringin'

You play it for me one more time now
You got to give it all you can now
Well, I believe every word you’re sayin’
Just to keep on, keepin’ on, keep on playin’

Well, I can just get off of this L.A. freeway
Without getting killed or caught
Down the road in a cloud of smoke
To some land, baby, that we ain’t bought
If I can just get off this L.A. freeway

Put the key card in the mailbox
Leave the key in that old front door lock
Where they can find it likely as not
And there must be somethin’ that we have forgot

Oh, Susanna, don’t you cry, babe
Love’s a gift and truly handmade
We got somethin’ to believe in
But Texas is callin', baby, time we were leavin’

If I can just get off of this L.A. freeway
Without getting killed or caught
Down the road in a cloud of smoke
To some land, baby, that we ain’t bought

And if I can just get off this L.A. freeway
Without getting killed or caught
They're never gonna catch me
Down the road in some land
If I can just get off of this L.A. freeway

Oh I can hear Texas calling
I can hear it calling me home
Well, I can hear it calling me home
Well, I can hear it calling me home
I can hear it, I can hear