L.a. Woman, The Doors (acordes)

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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.
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City of night,    city of night,
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city of night,    city of night,
 
 
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L.A. woman, L.A. woman,
L.A. woman, Sunday afternoon,
L.A. woman, Sunday afternoon,
L.A. woman, Sunday afternoon,
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drive thru your suburbs into your blues,
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into your blues, into your blue, blue, blues,
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into your blues.
 
A G...x 4
 
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I see your hair is burning
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hills are filled with fire;
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If they say I never loved you
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you know they are a liar.
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Drivin' down your freeway
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midnight alleys roam.
 
 
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Cops in cars, the topless bars,
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never saw a woman so alone,
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so alone,    so alone, so alone.
 
Motel money murder madness
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let's change the mood from glad to sadness.
 
 
Am
Mister Mojo risin', Mister Mojo risin',
Mister Mojo risin', Mister Mojo risin',
got to keep on risin', Mister Mojo risin',
Mister Mojo risin', Mojo risin', got the Mojo risin',
Mister Mojo risin', got to keep on risin',
risin', risin', risin', risin',
risin', risin', risin', risin',
risin', risin',
 
 
A
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.
                     G       G#        A 
city of night,    city of night.
 
 
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L.A. woman, L.A. woman,
shes my woman, L.A. woman.