Song | Lonesome L.A. Cowboy |
Artist | New Riders of the Purple Sage |
Album | The Adventures Of Panama Red |
作词 : Rowan | |
Rowan | |
chorus: | |
I'm just a lonesome l.a. cowboy, | |
Hangin' out, hangin' on | |
To your window ledge, callin' your name | |
From midnight until dawn | |
I been smokin' dope, snortin' coke, | |
Tryin' to write a song | |
Forgettin' everything I know | |
‘Til the next line comes along | |
Forgettin' everything I know | |
‘Til the next line comes along | |
There’s so many pretty people in the city, | |
I swear some of them are girls | |
I meet'em down at barney's beanery | |
With their platform heels and spit curls | |
I buy'em drinks, we smoke our hopes | |
Try to make it one more night | |
But when I'm left all alone at last | |
I feel like I'll die from fright | |
repeat chorus: | |
Well, I know chris and rita, and marty mull | |
Are meeting at the troubadour | |
We'll get it on with the joy of cooking | |
While the crowd crys out for more | |
‘Round 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? | |
repeat chorus |
zuò cí : Rowan | |
Rowan | |
chorus: | |
I' m just a lonesome l. a. cowboy, | |
Hangin' out, hangin' on | |
To your window ledge, callin' your name | |
From midnight until dawn | |
I been smokin' dope, snortin' coke, | |
Tryin' to write a song | |
Forgettin' everything I know | |
' Til the next line comes along | |
Forgettin' everything I know | |
' Til the next line comes along | |
There' s so many pretty people in the city, | |
I swear some of them are girls | |
I meet' em down at barney' s beanery | |
With their platform heels and spit curls | |
I buy' em drinks, we smoke our hopes | |
Try to make it one more night | |
But when I' m left all alone at last | |
I feel like I' ll die from fright | |
repeat chorus: | |
Well, I know chris and rita, and marty mull | |
Are meeting at the troubadour | |
We' ll get it on with the joy of cooking | |
While the crowd crys out for more | |
' Round 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? | |
repeat chorus |