Where The Wild Things Are
Luke Combs
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DMy big brother rode an GIndian Scout
It was black like his Djacket
American Spirit hangin' Goutta his mouth
Just like our Ddaddy
He kicked-Bmstarted that bike one Gnight and broke Mama's Dheart
He pointed that Gheadlight west
AOut where the wild things Dare
GHe'd call me up every couple of weeks
From South CaliDfornia
Talk about the desert and the GJoshua Tree
And his pretty girl Dstories
How he bought an BmAirstream trailer and a GJ-45 guiDtar
Said, "Little brother, you'd Glove it out here
AOut where the wild things Dare"
BmOh, Git's hearts on Dfire and crazy Adreams
BmOh, Gthe nights Dignite like gasoAline
And light Gup those streets that Dnever sleep when the Emsky goes dark
AOut where the wild things Dare
DI called my brother from the Gback of that plane
The second I Dmade it
We started drinkin' on the Gstrip in LA
And then it got Dcrazy
Ended Bmup at a house in the Ghills with some HollyDwood stars
Kissin' on a blonde in a Gbackyard pool
AOut where the wild things Bmare
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BmOh, GAyeah
Couple Giron horse rebels
GWild as the devil
I knew AI had to move back east
Said goodbye Gto my brother
GAt the end of that summer
But I Aknew he'd never leave
BmOh, Git's hearts on Dfire and crazy Adreams
BmOh, Gthe nights Dignite like gasoAline
And Bmoh, Gthem Indian DScouts, man, they're built for Aspeed
And Bmoh, Gthey said he hit that Dguardrail at half past Athree
Lit up Gthose streets that Dnever sleep when the Emsky goes dark
We Gburied him Dout in the wind 'neath the EmWest Coast starsA
DOut where the wild things are
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AOut where the wild things Dare