La Freeway

Intro 1
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Intro 2
| G             | C      D      |
                                  1  2  3  4
Intro 3
| G             | C             | G             | D             |

Verse 1
G
  Pack up all your dishes,
C
  make a note of all good wishes,
G
  say goodbye to the landlord
    D
for son of the bitches always bored me.
G
  Throw out in L.A papers,
C
  moldy box of vanilla wafers,
G
  adios to all this concrete,
D                                         G
  gonna get me some dirt road back street.

Chorus
         C                    D
If I can just get off of this L.A freeway
    G                     C
without getting killed or caught,
        G                  G
I'll be down the road in a cloud of smoke
        D            D
to some land I ain't bought, bought, bought.

Verse 2
G
  And here's to you old skinny Dennis,
C
  the only one I think I will miss;
G
  I can hear that old bass ringin',
D
  sweet and low like a gift your bringin'.
G
  Play it for me one more time now,
C
  got to give it all you can now;
G
  I believe every word you're sayin',
D                                             G
  just to keep on keepin' on, keep on playin'.

Chorus
         C                    D
If I can just get off of this L.A freeway
    G                     C
without getting killed or caught,
        G                  G
I'll be down the road in a cloud of smoke
        D            D
to some land I ain't bought, bought, bought.

Verse 3
G
  And you put the pink card in the mailbox,
C
  leave the key in that old front door lock;
G
  they'll find it likely as not,
D
  I'm sure there's somethin' we have forgot.
G
  Oh, Susanna don't you cry, babe,
C
  love's a gift that's truly handmade.
G
  We got somethin' to believe in,
D
don't you think it's time we're leavin'.

Interlude
| G             | C             | G             | D             |

Chorus
         C                    D
If I can just get off of this L.A freeway
    G                     C
without getting killed or caught,
        G                  G
I'll be down the road in a cloud of smoke
        D            D
to some land I ain't bought, bought, bought.

Verse 4
G
  Pack up all the dishes,
C
  make a note of all good wishes
G
  and say goodbye to the landlord for me,
D
  the son of the bitches always bored me.

Outro
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| G*            ||

MALE VERSION

Intro 1
| D             |
 
Intro 2
| D             | G      A      |
                                  1  2  3  4
Intro 3
| D             | G             | D             | A             |
 
Verse 1
D
  Pack up all your dishes,
G
  make a note of all good wishes,
D
  say goodbye to the landlord
    A
for son of the bitches always bored me.
D
  Throw out in L.A papers,
G
  moldy box of vanilla wafers,
D
  adios to all this concrete,
A                                         D
  gonna get me some dirt road back street.
 
Chorus
         G                    A
If I can just get off of this L.A freeway
    D                     G
without getting killed or caught,
        D                  D
I'll be down the road in a cloud of smoke
        A            A
to some land I ain't bought, bought, bought.
 
Verse 2
D
  And here's to you old skinny Dennis,
G
  the only one I think I will miss;
D
  I can hear that old bass ringin',
A
  sweet and low like a gift your bringin'.
D
  Play it for me one more time now,
G
  got to give it all you can now;
D
  I believe every word you're sayin',
A                                             D
  just to keep on keepin' on, keep on playin'.
 
Chorus
         G                    A
If I can just get off of this L.A freeway
    D                     G
without getting killed or caught,
        D                  D
I'll be down the road in a cloud of smoke
        A            A
to some land I ain't bought, bought, bought.
 
Verse 3
D
  And you put the pink card in the mailbox,
G
  leave the key in that old front door lock;
D
  they'll find it likely as not,
A
  I'm sure there's somethin' we have forgot.
D
  Oh, Susanna don't you cry, babe,
G
  love's a gift that's truly handmade.
D
  We got somethin' to believe in,
A
don't you think it's time we're leavin'.
 
Interlude
| D             | G             | D             | A             |
 
Chorus
         G                    A
If I can just get off of this L.A freeway
    D                     G
without getting killed or caught,
        D                  D
I'll be down the road in a cloud of smoke
        A            A
to some land I ain't bought, bought, bought.
 
Verse 4
D
  Pack up all the dishes,
G
  make a note of all good wishes
D
  and say goodbye to the landlord for me,
A
  the son of the bitches always bored me.
 
Outro
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| D*            ||