Standard (EADGBE)

Chorus

I'm just lonesome L.A. cowboy

Hanging out, and hanging on

 To your window ledge, callin' your name

 From midnight until dawn

 I been smoking dope, snorting coke

 Trying to write a song

 Forgettin' everything I know

 Till the next line comes along

Forgetting everything I know

 Till the next line comes along

Verse1

So many pretty people in this city, and I swear

Some of them are girls

 I meet 'em down at Barney's Beanery

 In their platform shoes and spit curls

 I buy 'em drinks, we stoke our hopes

 And try to make it one more night

 When I'm left alone at last

 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