The Doors

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

Woo, come on!

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, yeah

Into your blue-blue blues

Into your blues, oh, 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 freeway

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

Mr. Mojo Risin', Mr. Mojo Risin'

Mr. Mojo Risin', Mr. Mojo Risin'

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, woo, yeah, risin'

Oh, 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

Whoa, come on

L.A. woman, L.A. woman

L.A. woman, you're my woman

My little L.A. woman, little L.A. woman

L.A. woman

L.A. woman, come on