The Doors - L.A. Woman

Band: The Doors Album: The Very Best of The Doors Release date: 2001 Track number: 8 Genre: Psychedelic Rock Lyrics: 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, woo, c'mon L.a. woman, l.a. woman L.a. woman sunday afternoon x3 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 freeways Midnight alleys roam Cops in cars, the topless bars Never saw a woman... So alone, so alone x2 Motel money murder madness Let's change the mood from glad to sadness Mr. mojo risin', mr. mojo risin' x2 Got to keep on risin' Mr. mojo risin', mr. mojo risin' Mojo risin', gotta mojo risin' Mr. mojo risin', gotta keep on risin' Risin', risin' Gone risin', risin' I'm gone risin', risin' I gotta risin', risin' Well, risin', risin' I gotta, wooo, yeah, risin' Woah, ohh yeah 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, woah, c'mon L.a. woman, l.a. woman, l.a. woman, your my woman Little l.a. woman, little l.a. woman L.a. l.a. woman woman, l.a. woman c'mon