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