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