Down in Laurel Canyon where the echo's good
They pretend they aren't Kings of Hollywood
Haystack and the needle, no one could
Find any humble in words so good
Came in from Carolina, left the quietest woods
They said I'd make it real big here in Hollywood
But no one does
No one does
No one does
I know it sounds strange Mama, but no one does
Bright lights have got they arms around me tight and good
A prelude for the darkness in all likelihood
Just hear me sing so lonely 'round the neighborhood
I really hope they love me here in Hollywood
But no one does
No one does
No one does
Down in Laurel Canyon where the echo's good
They pretend they aren't Kings of Hollywood
