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
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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
Enviado por: anônimo
Corrigido por: Phil Manuel
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