Music Video

Credits

SCENKONSTNÄRER
Luke Combs
Luke Combs
Sång
Rob McNelley
Rob McNelley
Elgitarr
Derek Wells
Derek Wells
Elgitarr
Bryan Sutton
Bryan Sutton
Akustisk gitarr
Jerry Roe
Jerry Roe
Trummor
Jim "Moose" Brown
Jim "Moose" Brown
Keyboard
Chip Matthews
Chip Matthews
Bakgrundssång
Jonathan Singleton
Jonathan Singleton
Bakgrundssång
Steve Mackey
Steve Mackey
Bas
KOMPOSITION OCH LÅTTEXTER
Randy Montana
Randy Montana
Låtskrivare
Dave Turnbull
Dave Turnbull
Låtskrivare
PRODUKTION OCH TEKNIK
Luke Combs
Luke Combs
Producent
Chip Matthews
Chip Matthews
Mixningstekniker
Jonathan Singleton
Jonathan Singleton
Producent
Zach Kuhlman
Zach Kuhlman
Inspelningstekniker
Benny Quinn
Benny Quinn
Masteringstekniker

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
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-45 guitar
Said, "Little brother, you'd love it out here
Out where the wild things are"
[Chorus]
Oh, it's hearts on fire and crazy dreams
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
[Verse 3]
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
[Verse 4]
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
[Chorus]
Oh, it's hearts on fire and crazy dreams
Oh, where the nights ignite like gasoline
And oh, them Indian Scouts, man, they're built for speed
And 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
[Outro]
Out where the wild things are
Written by: Dave Turnbull, Randy Montana
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