โหลดเพลง mp3 L.A. Woman ( LP Version ) - The Doors

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

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

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

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'

Ridin', ridin'

Gone ridin', ridin'

Gone ridin', ridin'

I gotta ridin', ridin'

Well, ridin', ridin'

I gotta, wooo, yeah, ridin'

Woah

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, you're my woman

Oh little L.A. Woman, little L.A. Woman

L.A.
Woman, woman
L.A. Woman, c'mon