LAX

City of angels, city of stars

Well, she shined brightest on that boulevard

She introduced me to Jackson Browne

Convertible rode me, all over that town

Oh-oh-oh-oh, my LAX

She always carried a Polaroid camera

She always had that Kodak glamour

Well, she moved out there to chase her dream

To be an actress on that silver screen

Oh-oh-oh-oh, my LAX

Dear 70 degrees and sunny

Please, hold tight to my California honey

Make her famous with lots of money

And tell her I wish her all the best

Oh-oh-oh-oh, my LAX

Nag Champa and marihuana

I close my eyes and I can smell it on her

Boarded a plane back to Tennessee

I wonder if she's ever gonna think about me

Dear palm trees and palm readers

Tattoo artist and make believers

Please, tell her next time you see her

That I sure wish her all the best

Oh-oh-oh-oh, my LAX

Oh-oh-oh-oh, my LAX