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 6ft wakes

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