Karaoké Where the Wild Things Are Luke Combs

My big brother rode an Indian Scout

It was black like his jacket

American Spirit hangin' outta his mouth

Just like our daddy

He kicked started that bike one night and broke mama's heart

He pointed that headlight west

Out where the wild things are

He'd call me up every couple of weeks from South California

Talk about the desert and the Joshua Tree and his pretty girl stories

And how he bought an Airstream trailer and a J-Forty-Five guitar

Said Little brother you'd love it out here

Out where the wild things are

Oh oh oh

It's hearts on fire and crazy dreams

Woah oh oh oh

The nights ignite like gasoline

And light up those streets that never sleep when the sky goes dark

Out where the wild things are

I called my brother from the back of that plane the second I made it

We started drinkin' on the strip in L.A. and then it got crazy

Ended up at a house in the hills with some Hollywood stars

Kissin' on a blonde in a backyard pool

Out where the wild things are

Woah oh yeah

Couple iron horse rebels

Wild as the devil

I knew I had to move back east

Said goodbye to my brother at the end of that summer but I knew he'd never leave

Oh oh oh

It's hearts on fire and crazy dreams

Woah oh

Where the nights ignite like gasoline

And oh oh oh

Them Indian Scouts man they're built for speed

And oh oh oh

They said he hit that guardrail at half past three

Lit up those streets that never sleep when the sky goes dark

We buried him out in the wind 'neath the West Coast stars

Out where the wild things are

Out where the wild things are