Los Angeles Lyrics - Just Kids - Mat Kearney

Well I pulled out of Nashville, with the sun on my windshield 

Black 4Runner in the summer like a big deal 

Apron at Starbucks, what you gonna miss me(?) 

Nah, I smiled out over the Mississippi 

Got a friend out west with a little studio time 

Futon in the valley and a dream gone wild 

Grouse turkey in the pouch, and Ramen in the cup 

Check the funds in the account and the pennies add up 

This fire in my chest weighs more like gold 

I'm trying my best Lord to let it unfold 

For all on the quest let the story be told, right from the soul 

Oh, oh, oh, oh 

Los Angeles 

Hit me at the heart of this 

Driving the 101 and my dream down to the bone 

Oh, oh, oh, oh 

Your smile, your kiss 

And every little part I miss 

Baby I'm trying to find a place where we belong 

Oh, oh, oh 

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I've got a buddy named Sean and a minivan too 

CDs at our feet, how to tour, no clue 

1, 000 cap room and only eight people came 

and five on the guest list were under my name 

But I slayed everyone from the bottom of my heart 

Maybe there'll be 16 here next time that we start 

So move with the wind, $50 in my pocket 

Wait for the sun, that silver lining rocket 

Two traveling souls, living on the road 

Two wayward kids, living how, they don't know 

So we put it with the wind, we let it all unfold 

Straight from the soul 

Photos 

Oh, oh, oh, oh 

Los Angeles 

Hit me at the heart of this 

Driving the 101 and my dream down to the bone 

Oh, oh, oh, oh 

Your smile, your kiss 

And every little part I miss 

Baby I'm trying to find a place where we belong 

Oh, oh, oh 

Oh oh oh oh oh-oh-oh 

Oh oh oh oh oh-oh-oh 

Oh oh oh oh oh-oh-oh 

Oh, oh, oh, oh 

I've got a loan baby darling and the world's on fire 

20K to make a record and now we walking on a wire 

Every favor that I got I'm cashing in to use 

Judds and Joe George O'Silen and Robert (?) thank you 

So 'Bullet' was made and I'm scared out my brain 

and the songs getting played and everything starts to change 

People showing up, singing along to what I say 

And it feels like we might just be on the way 

God I think that's Letterman, he just said my name 

Check the crowd at the House of Blues like they're cardboard fakes 

Everyone's living out loud and downing mistakes 

And the schizophrenic records that I love to make 

Oh, oh, oh, oh 

Los Angeles 

Hit me at the heart of this 

Driving the 101 and my dream down to the bone 

Oh, oh, oh, oh 

Your smile, your kiss 

And every little part I miss 

Baby I'm trying to find a place where we belong 

Oh, oh, oh 

Oh oh oh oh oh-oh-oh 

Oh oh oh oh oh-oh-oh 

Oh oh oh oh oh-oh-oh 

Oh, oh, oh, oh 

Oh oh oh oh oh-oh-oh 

Oh oh oh oh oh-oh-oh 

Oh oh oh oh oh-oh-oh 

Oh, oh, oh, oh