Guy Clark - LA Freeway
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.
Throw out them LA papers And that moldy box of vanilla wafers.
Adios to all this concrete. Gonna get me some dirt road back street

If I can just get off of this LA freeway Without getting killed or caught
I'd be down that road in a cloud of smoke 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 that old bass 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 believe everything your saying Just keep on, keep on playing

And you put the pink card in the mailbox Leave the key in the old front door lock They will 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've got something to believe in Dontcha' think it's time we're leavin'


Lyle Lovett - Good-bye To Carolina
Pack the sofa - And pack the old arm chair Tell the china To ask the silverware To pray we find They speak the language there And say good-bye to Carolina

Leave the puppies - And leave the old porch swing Tell the children We're bringing everything And tell the picture Of Martin Luther King To say good-bye to Carolina

So tell your family And tell your friends good-bye Say you'll write them And keep them on your mind
And say you'll see them Whenever someone dies And says good-bye to Carolina

...I can't remember - But was it I who said - Good-bye to Carolina


Townes Van Zandt To Live Is To Fly
..it's Goodbye to all my friends it's time to go again think of all the poetry and the pickin' down the line
I'll miss the system here: the bottom's low and the treble's clear
but it don't pay to think to much on things you leave behind.