Listen to California Grown song with lyrics from Tyler Rich

California Grown

Tyler Rich11 Aug 2015

California Grown Lyrics

California Grown - Tyler Rich

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

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 keep 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 6 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

 

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

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 6 wakes

 

Spending every summer out there on clear lake

Me and the boys doin' all we know

 

Yeah there's nothing quite like this place that I call home

 

I'm California Grown

 

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

Shootin' sh*t 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 6 wakes

 

Spending every summer out there on clear lake

Me and the boys doin' all we know

 

Yeah there's nothing quite like this place that I call home

 

I'm California Grown

 

California Grown

 

 

California Grown