When you're walkin' in LA
Everybody knows that you're down
Nobody walks anywhere, any other way
In this lonesome town
Nothin' separatin' you and the street
But a dollar and the shoes on your feet
When you're walkin' in LA, when you're walkin' in LA, when you're walkin' in LA

When you're walkin' in LA
Ain't nobody knows you're alive
'Cause you're only as good in this city, they say
As the car you drive
Rolling by all shiny and new
Ain't nothin' that a poor boy can do
When you're walkin' in LA, when you're walkin' in LA, when you're walkin' in LA

18-wheelers rollin' by up on the 405
But I ain't goin' anywhere 'cause I ain't got a ride

When you're walkin' in LA
Everybody passes you by
Maybe glance up in the rearview mirror and say
"Who's that poor guy?"
And you're starin' at the taillights again
Of a a winter show Mercedes-Benz
When you're walkin' in LA, when you're walkin' in LA, when you're walkin' in LA

Ladies and gentlemen, Johnny Bush!

[?] cruisin' up and down the 405
Back to earth on Monday morning, think they've got it all

When you're walkin' in LA
You might as well lay down and die
'Cause nothing's gonna be all right anyway
No matter how hard you try
A pedestrian Beverly Hills
Hang out in a place for goin' downhill
When you're walkin' in LA, when you're walkin' in LA, when you're walkin' in LA
When you're walkin' in LA, when you're walkin' in LA, when you're walkin' in LA

When you're walkin' in LA

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Steve Earle