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