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IN L.A.



Credits
Lyric Credits: David Graham and Sam Cooper
Music Credits: David Graham and Sam Cooper
Producer Credits: Sam Cooper
Publisher Credits: McTown Music/Jericat Music
Performance Credits: Sam Cooper--all tracks
Label Credits: Red Heart Records
Description
Short Song Description:
About trying to make stardom in Los Angeles.
Metadata
Song Length 4:38
Primary Genre Blues-Modern
Tempo / Feel -
Tempo / Feel Medium Slow (91 - 110)
Lead Vocal Male Vocal
Subject Matter 1 Town, Village
Subject Matter 2 Determination
Language English
Lyrics
IN L.A.
music & words by David Graham and Sam Cooper ©2010
615-469-4067 jericat@yahoo.com

Mama said "What about the earthquakes?",
Daddy said, "How much will it take?
Do you have enough to make it there, son?"
He handed me some goin' away cash,
And we all hugged and cried and laughed,
I was about to run as far as I could run.
Look at all the people who've left here, there ain't too many,
But I close my eyes and visualize the left coast land of plenty.

chorus
In L.A.--it's the city of angels and the ghosts of wannabe's.
In L.A.--it's the place to get anything that your little heart can dream.
They've got of sinners and winners, poets and singers,
If it's not real, they just use smoke and mirrors,
You can't believe what you see and hear every day,
In L.A.

Ain't got no misconceived notion,
Money don't wash up from the ocean,
Fame don't grow on trees and it's easy to get the blues.
Makes me wonder, will I get my break?
Just how long they're gonna make me wait,
And will I earn enough to survive, much less pay my dues?
Waiting tables, parking cars or mowing some wealthy widow's yard,
The road to riches ain't on tourist maps and finding it's so hard,

chorus repeated

bridge
That pot o' gold ain't waitin' at the Rainbow Grill,
There's a big sign peekin' callin' out my name through the mansions in the hills,
Sunset Blvd. ain't just another road.
And even when it's sunny, you know it can snow.
You wanna stand out, but you still have to go with the flow.

final chorus
In L.A.--it's the land of angels and the ghosts of wannabe's.
In L.A.--it's the place to get anything that your little heart can dream.
They've got sinners and winners. poets and singers.
If it's not real, they just use smoke and mirrors,
Can't let 'em see ya sweat and show no fear if you're gonna stay,
In L.A. (repeat line into fade out)