Where The Wild Things Are

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My big brother rode an Indian Scout
                      D
It was black like his jacket
                        G
American Spirit hangin' outta his mouth
              D
Just like our daddy
          Bm                    G                       D
He kicked-started that bike one night and broke Mama's heart
                G
He pointed that headlight west
A                         D
Out where the wild things are

[Segunda Parte]

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He'd call me up every couple of weeks
               D
From South California
                              G
Talk about the desert and the Joshua Tree
                    D
And his pretty girl stories
                 Bm                      G       D
How he bought an Airstream trailer and a J-45 guitar
                             G
Said, "Little brother, you'd love it out here
A                         D
Out where the wild things are"

[Refrão]

Bm G               D              A
Oh, it's hearts on fire and crazy dreams
Bm G             D             A
Oh, the nights ignite like gasoline
          G                     D                    Em
And light up those streets that never sleep when the sky goes dark
A                         D
Out where the wild things are

[Terceira Parte]

D                            G
I called my brother from the back of that plane
             D
The second I made it
                           G
We started drinkin' on the strip in LA
                D
And then it got crazy
      Bm                   G                    D
Ended up at a house in the hills with some Hollywood stars
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Kissin' on a blonde in a backyard pool
A                         Bm
Out where the wild things are

[Solo] G  D  A
       Bm  G  A

[Ponte]

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

[Refrão]

Bm  G              D              A
Oh, it's hearts on fire and crazy dreams
Bm  G             D             A
Oh, the nights ignite like gasoline
    Bm  G           D                              A
And oh, them Indian Scouts, man, they're built for speed
    Bm  G                     D                      A
And oh, they said he hit that guardrail at half past three
       G                  D                    Em
Lit up those streets that never sleep when the sky goes dark
   G          D                          Em              A
We buried him out in the wind 'neath the West Coast stars
                          D
Out where the wild things are

[Final] D  G

A                         D
Out where the wild things are