I was down in L.A. town
When our manager said jump
I threw my close and my saxophone
In a two by four bit trunk

I pushed it to the airport
And I ran to the ticket line
Man said son, you could have saves the run
Those airplanes just quit flyin

If I can't leave here
I just might stay
And that L.A. flyway is goin' to be my home

I ran to the terminal building
To fly by my airline
And the man said I could ride the wing
And I said that was fine

He said Ill confirm your reservation
And put the plane on hold
He came back and said sorry
But that wing space just been sold

If I cant leave here
I just might stay
And that L.A. flyway is goin to be my home, umm, huum, baby

I walked into the washroom
And I built myself a fire
Throw on lots of paper
And the flames kept gettin higher

The janitor come runnin in
Sso scare his face was white
So, I explained my situation
He said thats all right

If I cant leave here
I just might stay
And that L.A. flyway is goin to be my home

Next day I thought that I would leave
So I packed my things again
I Waited 14 hours
For a taxi to come in

Spotted one that wasnt full
And I threw myself in fast
The driver said Im sorry
but this taxis out of gas

If I cant leave here
I just might stay
And that L.A. flyway is goin to be my home.
