Lyrics
City of angels, city of stars
Well, she shine brightest on that stone boulevard
She introduced me to Jackson Brown
Convertible rode me all over that town
Oh, my LAX
She always carried a Polaroid camera
She always had that cold act glamour
Well, she moved out there to chase her dream
To be an actress on that silver screen
Oh, my LAX
Well, dear seventies degrees and sunny
Please hold tight to my California honey
Make her famous with Give her lots of money
And tell her I wish her all the best
Oh, she'll always be my LAX
How's California feeling tonight, not bad for a Tuesday
Night trampoline and marijuana
I close my eyes and I can smell it on her
Boarded a plane back to Nashville, Tennessee
I wonder if she's ever gonna think about me
Well, dear palm trees and palm readers
Tattoo artist and make believers
Come on and tell her next time you see her
That I sure just wish her all the best
Oh, she'll always be my LAX
Oh, she'll always be my LAX