Luke Combs - Where the wild things are

^DMy big brother rode an ^GIndian Scout It was black like his^D jacket American Spirit hangin'^G outta his mouth Just like our^D daddy He kicked^Bm-started that bike one^G night and broke Mama's ^Dheart He pointed that^G headlight west ^AOut where the wild things ^Dare

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He'd call me up every c^Gouple of weeks From South Cal^Difornia Talk about the desert and the^G Joshua Tree And his pretty girl^D stories How he bought an^Bm Airstream trailer and a^G J-45 gu^Ditar Said, "Little brother, you'd^G love it out here ^AOut where the wild things ^Dare"

^BmOh, i^Gt's hearts on fi^Dre and crazy dr^Aeams ^BmOh, t^Ghe nights igni^Dte like gasoli^Ane And light^G up those streets that^D never sleep when the^Em sky goes dark ^AOut where the wild things ^Dare

^DI called my brother from the ^Gback of that plane The second I^D made it We started drinkin' on the^G strip in LA And then it got^D crazy Ended^Bm up at a house in the^G hills with some Holl^Dywood stars Kissin' on a blonde in a^G backyard pool ^AOut where the wild things ^Bmare

^BmOh, ^Gyeah^A

Couple^G iron horse rebels ^GWild as the devil I knew^A I had to move back east Said goodbye^G to my brother ^GAt the end of that summer But I^A knew he'd never leave

^BmOh, i^Gt's hearts on fi^Dre and crazy dr^Aeams ^BmOh, t^Ghe nights igni^Dte like gasoli^Ane And^Bm oh, ^Gthem Indian S^Dcouts, man, they're built for s^Apeed And^Bm oh, ^Gthey said he hit that g^Duardrail at half past t^Ahree Lit up^G those streets that^D never sleep when the^Em sky goes dark We^G buried him^D out in the wind 'neath the^Em West Coast star^As

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Out where the wild things a^Dre

^AOut where the wild things ^Dare