"After Los Angeles" as written by and Joe Firstman....
I got a hair cut
A dress shirt
A St. Paulie's girl
But I don't need any of that

I got a number on a napkin
A soup can to sing through
A tune in its worst mood
I got a temper like a fistfight

And a tab after midnight
And a right fast woman
And there'll be hell to pay
After Los Angeles

And you won't believe
What I've seen
This town is a workshop for wordsmiths
And grifters and misters and misses

And cheeks full of kisses
And all of you bidders
Can't wait till I'm bitter
I've got a fever like the boulevard summer

And a right fast woman
Bury me beside you when I die
When I'm dead and gone.
Mama sing me to sleep

While you weep
But don't weep at all
You can find me in the back
And if you don't care

Then why did you ask?

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"After Los Angeles" as written by Joe Firstman

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