Category Archives: L.A. Woman

Don’t ya love her madly Don’t ya need her badly Don’t ya love her ways Tell me what you say

Well, I’ve been down so Goddamn long That it looks like up to me Well, I’ve been down so very damn long That it looks like up to me Yeah, why don’t one you people C’mon and set me free

The cars hiss by my window Like the waves down on the beach The cars hiss by my window Like the waves down on the beach I got this girl beside me But she’s out of reach

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

Yeeeaahh I took a trip down to L’America To trade some beads for a pint of gold I took a trip down to L’America To trade some beads for a pint of gold L’America, L’America, L’America L’America, L’America, L’America

What are they doing in the Hyacinth House? What are they doing in the Hyacinth House? To please the lions in this day

Well, I’m the Crawlin’ King Snake And I rule my den I’m the Crawlin’ King Snake And I rule my den Yeah, don’t mess ’round with my mate Gonna use her for myself

I wanna tell you ’bout Texas Radio and the Big Beat Comes out of the Virginia swamps Cool and slow with plenty of precision With a back beat narrow and hard to master

Riders on the storm Riders on the storm Into this house we’re born Into this world we’re thrown Like a dog without a bone An actor out alone Riders on the storm

Uh! Uha! Gedu! I live uptown I live downtown I live all around