Cadd2: x 3 0 0 1 0
Dmadd2:x x 0 0 3 1
Fadd2: 1 3 3 0 1 1
C C C C Cadd2 C (x2)
[C]There is a city by[Cadd2] the s[C]ea, a gentle com[Cadd2] - pa [Am]- ny,
I don't suppos[Asus2]e you [Em]want to[F][F][G][G]
And as it tells its sorry tale, in harrowing detail
Its hollowness will haunt you
[Dm]Its streets and boulevards,[Dmadd2] [F]orphans and olig[Fadd2]archs it [Am]hears[Asus2]
[F]A plaintive melody,[Fadd2] [Dm]truncated symphony[Dmadd2]
An [F]ocean's garbled vomit on [Fadd2]the [G]shore,
Los [F]An[F]ge[G]le[G]s, I'm [C]yours
C C C C Cadd2 C (x4) F F G G
Oh ladies pleasant and demure, sallow-cheeked and sure
I can see your undies
And all the boys you drag about, an empty fallow fount
From Saturdays to Mondays
You hill and valley crowd, hanging your trousers down at heel
This is the realest thing, as ancient choirs sing
A dozen blushing cherubs wheel above
Los Angeles my love
C C C C Cadd2 C (x2)
C C# Dmaj7 C#m Dmaj7 C#m C#m D# E . . . (solos)
[D] Oh what a rush of ripe [D]lan, languor on di[Bm]vans, dalliant[Bsus2] and dain[F#m]ty[G][G][A][A]
[D]But oh the smell of bur[Dsus2]nt cocai[D]ne, the dolor and [Dsus2]decay[Bm]
It only makes [Bsus2]me [F#m]cranky[G][G][A][A]
[Dm]Oh great calamity, [Dmadd2] [F]ditch of iniquity [Fsus2]and [Am]tears[Asus2][Am]
[F]How I abhor this place,[Fsus2] [Dm]its sweet and bitter taste[Dmadd2]
Has [F]left me wretched, ret[Fsus2]ching on all [G]fours
Los [F]An[F]ge[G]le[G]s, I'm [C]yours
Los Angeles, I'm yours
Los Angeles, I'm yours
[F] [F] [G] [G] [C]
[F] [F] [G] [G] [C]
Dmadd2:x x 0 0 3 1
Fadd2: 1 3 3 0 1 1
C C C C Cadd2 C (x2)
[C]There is a city by[Cadd2] the s[C]ea, a gentle com[Cadd2] - pa [Am]- ny,
I don't suppos[Asus2]e you [Em]want to[F][F][G][G]
And as it tells its sorry tale, in harrowing detail
Its hollowness will haunt you
[Dm]Its streets and boulevards,[Dmadd2] [F]orphans and olig[Fadd2]archs it [Am]hears[Asus2]
[F]A plaintive melody,[Fadd2] [Dm]truncated symphony[Dmadd2]
An [F]ocean's garbled vomit on [Fadd2]the [G]shore,
Los [F]An[F]ge[G]le[G]s, I'm [C]yours
C C C C Cadd2 C (x4) F F G G
Oh ladies pleasant and demure, sallow-cheeked and sure
I can see your undies
And all the boys you drag about, an empty fallow fount
From Saturdays to Mondays
You hill and valley crowd, hanging your trousers down at heel
This is the realest thing, as ancient choirs sing
A dozen blushing cherubs wheel above
Los Angeles my love
C C C C Cadd2 C (x2)
C C# Dmaj7 C#m Dmaj7 C#m C#m D# E . . . (solos)
[D] Oh what a rush of ripe [D]lan, languor on di[Bm]vans, dalliant[Bsus2] and dain[F#m]ty[G][G][A][A]
[D]But oh the smell of bur[Dsus2]nt cocai[D]ne, the dolor and [Dsus2]decay[Bm]
It only makes [Bsus2]me [F#m]cranky[G][G][A][A]
[Dm]Oh great calamity, [Dmadd2] [F]ditch of iniquity [Fsus2]and [Am]tears[Asus2][Am]
[F]How I abhor this place,[Fsus2] [Dm]its sweet and bitter taste[Dmadd2]
Has [F]left me wretched, ret[Fsus2]ching on all [G]fours
Los [F]An[F]ge[G]le[G]s, I'm [C]yours
Los Angeles, I'm yours
Los Angeles, I'm yours
[F] [F] [G] [G] [C]
[F] [F] [G] [G] [C]
