L'America
by The Doors
© Doors Music Company ASCAP

I took a trip down to L'America
To trade some beads for a pint of gold.
I took a trip down to L'America
To trade some beads for a pint of gold.
L'America, L'America, L'America
L'America, L'America, L'America.

Come on people, don't you look so down 
You know the rain man is coming to town.
He'll change your weather, change your luck
And it'll teach you how to
Find yourself. 
L'America.

Friendly strangers came to town
All the people put them down
But the women loved their ways.
Come again some other day
Like the gentle rain
Like the gentle rain
That falls.

I took a trip down to L'America
To trade some beads for a pint of gold. 
I took a trip down to L'America
To trade some beads for a pint of gold.
L'America, L'America, L'America
L'America, L'America, L'America
L'America.