Luke Combs Where The Wild Things Are Song Lyrics
My big brother rode an Indian ScoutIt was black like his jacketAmerican Spirit hangin’ outta his mouthJust like our daddyHe kicked started that bike one night and broke mama’s heartHe pointed that headlight westOut where the wild things are
He’d call me up every couple of weeksFrom South CaliforniaTalk about the desert and the Joshua TreeAnd his pretty girl storiesAnd how he bought an Airstream trailer and a J-45 guitarSaid, “Little brother, you’d love it out hereOut where the wild things are”
Oh, it’s hearts on fire and crazy dreamsOh, the nights ignite like gasolineAnd light up those streets that never sleep when the sky goes darkOut where the wild things are
I called my brother from the back of that planeThe second I made itWe started drinkin’ on the strip in LAAnd then it got crazyEnded up at a house in the hills with some Hollywood starsKissin’ on a blonde in a backyard poolOut where the wild things are
Oh, yeahCouple iron horse rebelsWild as the devilI knew I had to move back eastSaid goodbye to my brotherAt the end of that summerBut I knew he’d never leave
Oh, it’s hearts on fire and crazy dreamsOh, where the nights ignite like gasolineAnd oh, them Indian Scouts, man, they’re built for speedAnd oh, they said he hit that guardrail at half past threeLit up those streets that never sleep when the sky goes darkWe buried him out in the wind ‘neath the West Coast starsOut where the wild things are
Out where the wild things are