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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 Songtexte 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 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 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' 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 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 California Grown California Grown Aus Songtexte Mania