Transcribed by:	Paul Zimmerman
Modified for Panic's version by Scott Holcomb

Well, I just got into town about an hour ago.
Took a look around see, which way the wind blows.
With a little girl in a Hollywood bungalow.
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, whoa, come on!

L.A. woman
L.A. woman
L.A. woman, Sunday afternoon
L.A. woman, Sunday afternoon
L.A. woman, Sunday afternoon, drive through you suburbs
Into your blues, into your blues,
Into your blue, blue, blue, into your blues, oh yeah!

I see your hair is burning,
Hills are filled with fire.
If they say I never loved you,
You know they are a liar.
Drivin' down your freeway,
Midnight alleys roam.
Cops in cars, 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
Gotta keep on risin'
Risin', risin'

Well, I just got into town about an hour ago.
Took a look around see, which way the wind blows.
With a little girl in a Hollywood bungalow.
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, whoa, come on!

Mr. Mojo Risin
Gotta keep on risin'
Risin', risin'

added:9/12/1999