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Mar 24, 2023 · Where The Wild Things Are Lyrics: My big brother rode an Indian Scout / It was black like his jacket / American Spirit hangin' outta his mouth / Just like our daddy / He kick-started...
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Mar 24, 2023 · Lyrics: Where the Wild Things Are. 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 Mamma’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
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Lyrics. 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.
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. I called my brother from the back of that plane. The second I made it. We started drinkin' on the strip in LA.
Luke Combs Lyrics. "Where The Wild Things Are". 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.
