L. A. Woman
by The Doors
© Doors Music Company ASCAP
Well I
just got into town about an hour ago
Took a look around, see which way the wind blow
Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows.
Are you a lucky little lady in the city of Light
Or just another lost angel?
City of
Night
City of Night
City of Night
City of Night
L. A. woman,
L. A. woman
L. A. woman, Sunday afternoon
L. A. woman, Sunday afternoon
L. A. woman, Sunday afternoon
Drive
through your suburbs
Into your
blues
Into your blues
Into your
blue, blue, blues
Into your blues.
I see your
hair is burning.
Hills are filled with fire.
If they say I never loved you
You know they are a liar.
Driving down
your freeways.
Midnight alleys roam.
Cops in cars, the topless bars.
Never saw a woman so alone
So alone, so alone, so alone
Motel money, murder madness
Let's change the mood from glad to sadness.
Mister Mojo
risin’
Mister Mojo risin’
Mister Mojo risin’
Mister Mojo risin’
Got to keep on risin’
Mister Mojo risin’
