Lonesome L.A. Cowboy - New Riders of the Purple Sage from the LP NRPS Lyrics: Peter Rowan Music: Peter Rowan chorus A5 E5 I'm just lonesome L.A. cowboy D5 E5 Hanging out, and hanging on A5 E5 To your window ledge, callin' your name D5 E5 From midnight until dawn D5 E5 I been smoking dope, snorting coke A5 D5 Trying to write a song A5 Forgettin' everything I know E5 A5 Till the next line comes along D5 A5 Forgetting everything I know E5 A5 Till the next line comes along verse1 A5 E5 So many pretty people in this city, and I swear D5 A5 Some of them are girls E5 I meet 'em down at Barney's Beanery D5 E5 In their platform shoes and spit curls D5 E5 I buy 'em drinks, we stoke our hopes A5 D5 And try to make it one more night A5 When I'm left alone at last E5 A5 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