I come home got her note
Adios, amigo is all she wrote
No explanation, consolation prize
Just a big empty house and a sad surprise
She's gone, now she's gone
I set still while she moves along
Los Angeles, I beg you please
Take care of her
Los Angeles, I'm on my knees
Take care of her
Her postcard came in month or two
I'm doing fine, how about you?
And that's the last that I heard
Not another note, not another word
Los Angeles, I beg you please
Take care of her
Los Angeles, I'm on my knees
Take care of her
Through the lonely days and lonely nights
I even miss the arguments and fights
Los Angeles, I beg you please
Take care of her
Los Angeles, I'm on my knees
Take care of her
Los Angeles, I beg you please
Take care of her
Los Angeles, I'm on my knees