Lonesome L.A. Cowboy - New Riders of the Purple Sage
from the LP NRPS
Lyrics: Peter Rowan
Music: Peter Rowan
chorus
[A]I'm just lonesome L.A. [E]cowboy
[D]Hanging out, and hanging [E]on
To your [A]window ledge, c[E]allin' your name
From [D]midnight until d[E]awn
I been s[D]moking dope, s[E]norting coke
T[A]rying to write a [D]song
Forgettin' every[A]thing I know
Till the [E]next line comes [A]along
[D]Forgetting every[A]thing I know
Till the [E]next line comes [A]along
verse1
[A]So many pretty people in this [E]city, and I swear
[D]Some of them are g[A]irls
I meet 'em down at Barney's[E] Beanery
In their pl[D]atform shoes and spit [E]curls
I b[D]uy 'em drinks, we s[E]toke our hopes
And try to [A]make it one more [D]night
When I'm left [A]alone at last
I f[E]eel like I'll die from c[A]rying
(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
from the LP NRPS
Lyrics: Peter Rowan
Music: Peter Rowan
chorus
[A]I'm just lonesome L.A. [E]cowboy
[D]Hanging out, and hanging [E]on
To your [A]window ledge, c[E]allin' your name
From [D]midnight until d[E]awn
I been s[D]moking dope, s[E]norting coke
T[A]rying to write a [D]song
Forgettin' every[A]thing I know
Till the [E]next line comes [A]along
[D]Forgetting every[A]thing I know
Till the [E]next line comes [A]along
verse1
[A]So many pretty people in this [E]city, and I swear
[D]Some of them are g[A]irls
I meet 'em down at Barney's[E] Beanery
In their pl[D]atform shoes and spit [E]curls
I b[D]uy 'em drinks, we s[E]toke our hopes
And try to [A]make it one more [D]night
When I'm left [A]alone at last
I f[E]eel like I'll die from c[A]rying
(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
