California Grown

(album: Valerie - 2015)

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
Sneaking 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
Shooting whiskey on a Friday night
But Saturday we're sipping Margaritas in the daylight
Sunday when the service ends
Hop in the truck, throw the boat on a hitch
Pulling Tracy over 6ft wakes
Spending every summer out there on Clear Lake
Just me and the boys, doing 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."
Well have you ever heard about that Bakersfield Sound?
Owens and Haggard used to run that town
You go 2 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
Shooting whiskey on a Friday night
But Saturday we're sipping Margaritas in the daylight
Sunday when the service ends
Hop in the truck, throw the boat on a hitch
Pulling Tracy over 6ft wakes
Spending every summer out there on Clear Lake
Just me and the boys, doing all we know
Yeah there's nothing quite like this place that I call home
I'm California Grown
Yeah we're California Grown

From Santa Rosa all the way to LA
From San Diego to the San Fran Bay
Well you can find me in the Sacramento Valley
Probably shooting shit with Mr. Jon Pardi

Weekdays with dirt on our hands
Weekends our toes in the sand
Shooting whiskey on a Friday night
But Saturday we're sipping Margaritas in the daylight
Sunday when the service ends
Hop in the truck, throw the boat on a hitch
Pulling Tracy over 6ft wakes
Spending every summer out there on Clear Lake
Just me and the boys, doing all we know
Yeah there's nothing quite like this place that I call home
I'm California Grown
California Grown
California Grown