California Grown
Friday night, strings tuned just right
On a stage under some cheap neon lights
35 of my best friends in the crowd
At that Town Pump where I was playing when
I was just 19 and my friends couldn't get in
But, you sure as hell know we were sneakin' through the back door
I've played 46 out of the 50 states
For the last 10 years just trying to find my way
But every time I leave I just wanna come back home
I'm California grown
Yeah, we spend our
Weekdays with dirt on our hands
Weekends our toes in the sand
Shootin' whiskey on a Friday night
But Saturday we're sippin' Margaritas in the daylight
Sunday when the service ends
Hop in the truck throw the boat on a hitch
Pullin' Tracy over six-foot waves
Spending every summer out there on Clear Lake
Just me and the boys, doin' all we know
Yeah, there's nothing quite like this place that I call home
I'm California grown
Yeah, we're California grown
You might think you know about this place, and say
"There ain't nothin' country 'bout the Golden state, it's just"
"Palm trees, beaches, and celebrities" (California love)
Well, have you ever heard about that Bakersfield Sound?
Owens and Haggard used to run that town
You go two hours north of the Hollywood sign you'll find
Farm lands, miles wide
Weekdays with dirt on our hands
Weekends our toes in the sand
Shootin' whiskey on a Friday night
But Saturday we're sippin' Margaritas in the daylight
Sunday when the service ends
Hop in the truck throw the boat on a hitch
Pullin' Tracy over six-foot waves
Spending every summer out there on Clear Lake
Just me and the boys, doin' all we know
Yeah, there's nothing quite like this place that I call home
I'm California Grown, oh-oh, yeah-ayy, yeah-ayy
Yeah, we're California grown, oh-oh, yeah-ayy, yeah-ayy
Yeah, from Santa Rosa all the way to L.A
From San Diego to the San Fran Bay
Well, you can find me in the Sacramento Valley
Probably Shootin' shit with Mr. Jon Pardi
Weekdays with dirt on our hands
Weekends our toes in the sand
Shootin' whiskey on a Friday night
But Saturday we're sippin' Margaritas in the daylight
Sunday when the service ends
Hop in the truck throw the boat on a hitch
Pullin' Tracy over six-foot waves
Spending every summer out there on Clear Lake
Just me and the boys, doin' all we know
Yeah, there's nothing quite like this place that I call home
I'm California grown, oh-oh, yeah-ayy, yeah-ayy
California grown, oh-oh, yeah-ayy, yeah-ayy
California grown
On a stage under some cheap neon lights
35 of my best friends in the crowd
At that Town Pump where I was playing when
I was just 19 and my friends couldn't get in
But, you sure as hell know we were sneakin' through the back door
I've played 46 out of the 50 states
For the last 10 years just trying to find my way
But every time I leave I just wanna come back home
I'm California grown
Yeah, we spend our
Weekdays with dirt on our hands
Weekends our toes in the sand
Shootin' whiskey on a Friday night
But Saturday we're sippin' Margaritas in the daylight
Sunday when the service ends
Hop in the truck throw the boat on a hitch
Pullin' Tracy over six-foot waves
Spending every summer out there on Clear Lake
Just me and the boys, doin' all we know
Yeah, there's nothing quite like this place that I call home
I'm California grown
Yeah, we're California grown
You might think you know about this place, and say
"There ain't nothin' country 'bout the Golden state, it's just"
"Palm trees, beaches, and celebrities" (California love)
Well, have you ever heard about that Bakersfield Sound?
Owens and Haggard used to run that town
You go two hours north of the Hollywood sign you'll find
Farm lands, miles wide
Weekdays with dirt on our hands
Weekends our toes in the sand
Shootin' whiskey on a Friday night
But Saturday we're sippin' Margaritas in the daylight
Sunday when the service ends
Hop in the truck throw the boat on a hitch
Pullin' Tracy over six-foot waves
Spending every summer out there on Clear Lake
Just me and the boys, doin' all we know
Yeah, there's nothing quite like this place that I call home
I'm California Grown, oh-oh, yeah-ayy, yeah-ayy
Yeah, we're California grown, oh-oh, yeah-ayy, yeah-ayy
Yeah, from Santa Rosa all the way to L.A
From San Diego to the San Fran Bay
Well, you can find me in the Sacramento Valley
Probably Shootin' shit with Mr. Jon Pardi
Weekdays with dirt on our hands
Weekends our toes in the sand
Shootin' whiskey on a Friday night
But Saturday we're sippin' Margaritas in the daylight
Sunday when the service ends
Hop in the truck throw the boat on a hitch
Pullin' Tracy over six-foot waves
Spending every summer out there on Clear Lake
Just me and the boys, doin' all we know
Yeah, there's nothing quite like this place that I call home
I'm California grown, oh-oh, yeah-ayy, yeah-ayy
California grown, oh-oh, yeah-ayy, yeah-ayy
California grown
Credits
Writer(s): Jordan Harry Monroe Baum, Michael Mcnamara, Tyler Rich
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