About the song
“LA Woman” by The Doors is an iconic rock anthem that encapsulates the essence of Los Angeles, its energy, and allure. This track, part of their sixth studio album also titled “L.A. Woman,” released in 1971, marked a significant evolution in The Doors’ sound, blending blues, rock, and a touch of jazz, creating a mesmerizing musical journey.
Written by The Doors’ members Jim Morrison, Ray Manzarek, Robby Krieger, and John Densmore, “LA Woman” serves as a tribute to the city of Los Angeles, its vibrant culture, and its enigmatic charm. Jim Morrison’s distinctive vocals, accompanied by Robby Krieger’s soulful guitar riffs and Ray Manzarek’s hypnotic keyboard melodies, transport listeners to the heart of LA’s streets, evoking images of neon lights, palm trees, and endless highways.
Upon its release, “LA Woman” gained widespread acclaim, reaching high positions on various music charts. The album itself peaked at number nine on the Billboard 200 chart, solidifying The Doors’ status as one of the most influential rock bands of the era. The song “LA Woman” became an instant classic, resonating with audiences worldwide and earning its place in the pantheon of rock music history.
Over the years, “LA Woman” has remained a timeless masterpiece, continuing to captivate listeners with its raw energy and poetic lyricism. Its enduring popularity is a testament to The Doors’ musical genius and their ability to capture the spirit of a city in a single song. Whether you’re a devoted fan of classic rock or a newcomer to The Doors’ discography, “LA Woman” promises to take you on a nostalgic journey through the heart and soul of Los Angeles.
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Lyrics
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, 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 your suburbs
Into your blues, into your blues, yeah
Into your blue-blue blues
Into your blues, oh, 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
Midnight 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
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’, gotta mojo risin’
Mister 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, whoa, come on
L.A. woman, L.A. woman
L.A. woman, you’re my woman
Little L.A. woman, little L.A. woman
L.A. L.A. woman woman
L.A. woman, come on