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L.A. Woman
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jim Morrison
Jim Morrison
Vocals
John Densmore
John Densmore
Drums
Jerry Scheff
Jerry Scheff
Bass Guitar
Ray Manzarek
Ray Manzarek
Rhodes Piano
Robby Krieger
Robby Krieger
Lead Guitar
Marc Benno
Marc Benno
Rhythm Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jim Morrison
Jim Morrison
Songwriter
John Densmore
John Densmore
Songwriter
Ray Manzarek
Ray Manzarek
Songwriter
Robby Krieger
Robby Krieger
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Doors
The Doors
Producer
Bruce Botnick
Bruce Botnick
Producer

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, 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
Writer(s): Jim Morrison, John Paul Densmore, Raymond Manzarek, Robert Krieger Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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