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#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE--------------------------------#
#This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the#
#song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research.#
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Date: Mon, 23 Feb 1998 08:59:15 -0800 (PST)
From: "T. Hickson" <hickson@pangea.Stanford.EDU>
To: guitar@olga.net
Subject: CRD: LA_Freeway by Guy Clark
L.A. Freeway
By: Guy Clark
Live version can be found on "Keepers" (1997, Sugar Hill Records)
Transcribed by: T. Hickson
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Verse:
A D A E / A D A E
Transition:
A E
Chorus:
D E A / D A E
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Verse1:
[A] Pack up all your dishes
[D] Make note of all good wishes
[A] Say goodbye to the landlord for me
[E] That son of a bitch has always bored me
[A] Throw out them L.A. papers
[D] That moldy box of Vanilla Wafers
[A] Adios to all this concrete
[E] Gonna get me some dirt road back street [A][E]
Chorus (chords may be slightly out of place):
[D] If I can just get off of this [E] L.A. Freeway
[A] Without gettin' killed or caught
[D] I'll be down the road in a [A] cloud of smoke
To some [E] land that I ain't bought bought bought
Verse 2:
Here's to you old skinny Dennis
The only one I think I will miss
I can hear that old bass singin'
Sweet and low like a gift you're bringin'
Play if for me one more time now
Got to give it all we can now
I believe everything you're sayin'
Just you keep on keep on playin'
(Chorus)
Put the pink card in the mailbox
Leave the key in the 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, babe
Love's a gift that's surely handmade
We got somethin' to believe in
Don't you think it's time we're leavin'
(Chorus)
So pack up all your dishes
Make note of all good wishes
Say goodbye to the landlord for me
That son of a bitch has always bored me