Lonesome L.A. Cowboy

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

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?