LA Woman
The Doors Lyrics


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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

Are you a lucky little lady in the City of Light
Or just another lost angel...City of Night
City of Night, City of Night, City of Night, woo, see'mon
L.A. Woman, L.A. Woman
L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon
L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon
L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon
Drive through your suburbs
Into your blues, into your blues, yeah
Into your blue-blue Blues
Into your blues, ohh, yeah

I see your hair is burnin'
Hills are filled with fire
If they say I never loved you
You know they are a liar
Drivin' down your freeways
Midnite alleys roam
Cops in cars, the topless bars
Never saw a woman...
So alone, so alone
So alone, so alone

Motel Money Murder Madness
Let's change the mood from glad to sadness

Mr. Mojo Risin', Mr. Mojo Risin'
Mr. Mojo Risin', Mr. Mojo Risin'
Got to keep on risin'
Mr. Mojo Risin', Mr. Mojo Risin'
Mojo Risin', gotta Mojo Risin'
Mr. Mojo Risin', gotta keep on risin'
Risin', risin'
Gone risin', risin'
I'm gone risin', risin'
I gotta risin', risin'
Well, risin', risin'
I gotta, wooo, yeah, risin'
Woah, ohh yeah

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

Are you a lucky little lady in the City of Light
Or just another lost angel...City of Night
City of Night, City of Night, City of Night, woah, see'mon

L.A. Woman, L.A. Woman
L.A. Woman, your my woman
Little L.A. Woman, Little L.A. Woman




L.A. L.A. Woman Woman
L.A. Woman see'mon

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to The Doors' song " L.A. Woman" are a representation of their love for Los Angeles, particularly the nightlife of the city. The lead singer, Jim Morrison, begins by describing his arrival in Los Angeles and the charm it holds. He notices the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows, adding to the romanticism of the city. He then asks whether the women in the city are lucky ladies or lost angels, creating a sense of mystery and fascination for the women in the city of light.


The second verse of the song describes the sights and sounds of Los Angeles. The hills are on fire, possibly alluding to the brush fires that often occur in Los Angeles. The singer then denies any accusations of not loving his partner by stating they would be a liar if they say so. The next line describes the seedy side of Los Angeles as the singer drives down his freeways at midnight, encountering topless bars and cops on patrol.


The chorus of the song then repeats the words "L.A. Woman" and "Sunday afternoon" four times, creating a sense of rhythm that mimics the movement of a car. The final verse of the song, "Motel Money Murder Madness" changes the mood of the song from happy to sad, and the repetitive chanting of "Mr Mojo Rising" creates an almost hypnotic effect, climaxing with "I gotta, wooo, yeah, risin' Woah, ohh yeah."


Line by Line Meaning

Well, I just got into town about an hour ago
I arrived in town not long ago


Took a look around, see which way the wind blow
I surveyed the area to get a sense of what's going on


Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows
I observed the young women living in their small homes in Hollywood


Are you a lucky little lady in the City of Light
Do you feel fortunate to be a woman in the City of Angels


Or just another lost angel...City of Night
Or do you feel like a wandering soul in a city of darkness


City of Night, City of Night, City of Night, woo, see'mon
The city is full of darkness, come on, let's see


L.A. Woman, L.A. Woman
Los Angeles woman


L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon
Los Angeles woman on a lazy Sunday afternoon


L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon
Los Angeles woman on a lazy Sunday afternoon


L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon
Los Angeles woman on a lazy Sunday afternoon


Drive through your suburbs
Driving through your residential areas


Into your blues, into your blues, yeah
Into your sadness, your sorrows, yes


Into your blue-blue Blues
Into your deep feelings of sadness


Into your blues, ohh, yeah
Into your sadness, oh yeah


I see your hair is burnin'
I notice your hair is glowing


Hills are filled with fire
The hills are on fire


If they say I never loved you
If someone says I never loved you


You know they are a liar
You know they are lying


Drivin' down your freeways
Driving down your highways


Midnite alleys roam
Roaming through dark alleyways at midnight


Cops in cars, the topless bars
Police officers in cars, the nude bars


Never saw a woman...So alone, so alone
I have never seen a woman so lonely, so lonely


So alone, so alone
So lonely, so lonely


Motel Money Murder Madness
The craziness of hotels, money, and murder


Let's change the mood from glad to sadness
Let's shift the energy from happiness to sadness


Mr. Mojo Risin', Mr. Mojo Risin'
A repetition of Mr. Mojo Risin'


Mr. Mojo Risin', Mr. Mojo Risin'
A repetition of Mr. Mojo Risin'


Got to keep on risin'
I need to continue to rise


Mr. Mojo Risin', Mr. Mojo Risin'
A repetition of Mr. Mojo Risin'


Mojo Risin', gotta Mojo Risin'
Mojo is rising, I must rise as well


Mr. Mojo Risin', gotta keep on risin'
Mr. Mojo Risin', I must continue to rise


Risin', risin'
Rising, rising


Gone risin', risin'
I have gone up, rising


I'm gone risin', risin'
I am rising, rising


I gotta risin', risin'
I have to rise, rise


Well, risin', risin'
Well, rising, rising


I gotta, wooo, yeah, risin'
I have to, whoa, yeah, rise


Woah, ohh yeah
Whoa, oh yeah


L.A. Woman, L.A. Woman
Los Angeles woman


L.A. Woman, your my woman
Los Angeles woman, you are my woman


Little L.A. Woman, Little L.A. Woman
Little Los Angeles woman, little Los Angeles woman


L.A. L.A. Woman Woman
Los Angeles, Los Angeles woman


L.A. Woman see'mon
Los Angeles woman, come on




Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, O/B/O CAPASSO
Written by: Jim Morrison, John Paul Densmore, Raymond D Manzarek, Robert A Krieger

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