[Verse 1]
City of angels, city of stars
Well, she shine brightest on that boulevard
She introduced me to Jackson Browne
Convertible rode me all over that town
Oh, my LAX

[Verse 2]
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, my LAX

[Chorus 1]
Well, dear seventy 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, my LAX

[Bridge]
Nag Champa and marijuana
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
[Chorus 2]
Well, 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, my LAX
Oh, my LAX