L.A. Woman
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
Drive through your suburbs
Into your blues, into your blues, yeah
Into your blue-blue blues
Into your blues, ohh, yeah
I see your hair is burnin
Hills are filled with fire
If they say I never loved you
You know they are a liar
Drivin down your highways
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
Lets change the mood from glad to sadness
Mr. mojo risin, Mr. mojo risin
Mr. mojo risin
Got to keep on risin
Mr. mojo risin, Mr. mojo risin
Mojo risin, Mr. mojo risin
Mr. mojo risin, Mr. mojo risin
Mr. mojo risin, Mr. mojo risin
Mr. mojo risin, Mr. mojo risin
gotta keep on risin
I gotta risin, risin
Well, risin, risin
Mr. mojo risin, Mr. mojo risin
Mr. mojo risin, Mr. mojo risin
Mr. mojo risin, Mr. mojo risin
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, L.A. woman
L.A. woman, L.A. woman
L.A. woman, L.A. woman
August 9th, 2006
“Are you a lucky little lady in the city of night. Or just another lost angel, City of night”
Such great lyrics resonating with the big city of Lost Angels: Los Angeles, my old hometown.
Man, Morrison was a city poet for sure. We drove by his old house on Laurel Canyon on our way to the Roxy and it brought a nostalgic sense. Seeing Tea Leaf Green perform it that night was timeless and pristine, just incredable. Thanks.
Yours Truly
- L.A. Woman