Lonesome L.A. Cowboy - New Riders of the Purple Sage
Lyrics: Peter Rowan
Music: Peter Rowan
chorus
A E
I'm just lonesome L.A. cowboy
D E
Hanging out, and hanging on
A E
To your window ledge, callin' your name
D E
D E
I been smoking dope, snorting coke
A D
Trying to write a song
A
Forgettin' everything I know
E A
Till the next line comes along
D A
Forgetting everything I know
E A
Till the next line comes along
verse1
A E
So many pretty people in this city, and I swear
D A
Some of them are girls
E
I meet 'em down at Barney's Beanery
D E
In their platform shoes and spit curls
D E
I buy 'em drinks, we stoke our hopes
A D
And try to make it one more night
A
When I'm left alone at last
E A
I feel like I'll die from crying
[chorus]
I know Kris and Rita and Marty Mull (note 1)
Are meeting at the Troubadour
We'll get it on with the "Joy Of Cooking"
While the crowd calls out for more
Around six o'clock this morning
I'll be gettin' kind of slow
When all the shows are over, honey, tell me
Where do you think I go?
[chorus]
Till the next line comes along
Notes
(1) in rehearsals with Old And In The Way, Peter Rowan sang
I know all the stars in Hollywood
Are meeting at the Troubador
We'll get it on with the band that's playing there
While the crowd calls out for more
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