Growin' Up in California

Born in south california sand
 To a gypsy mother and a guitar playing man
 Raised inside the american dream
 School days - desert parties
 Had it all so it seemed
 Yet there was something driving me wild
 Driving me crazy
 Deep inside like a knife cutting on me
 So I said to myself
 "You got one life sittin' on the shelf
 Get out"
 Growing up in california
 Growing up in california
 Got the sun, got the beach
 And it's always calling me, oh yeah
 Headed north san francisco bay
 There was music all night
 And rock and roll every day
 I found myself on a funky band
 Led by a family stone horn playing man
 Still there was something pulling hard
 Driving me crazy
 Needed more
 Too much music inside of me
 So with my friends we took a stand
 Started up our own rockin' band, oh yeah
 Growing up in california
 Growing up in california
 Golden gate redwood trees
 And they're always calling me, oh yeah
 Sunset boulevard rainbow bar and grill
 Lots of gold records I still love it here
 Pacific coast highway
 Filmore where the music lives
 Wine country the most beautiful place I know
 Sierra mountains, southern beaches
 Inland cities of rock and roll
 Growing up in california
 Growing up in california
 Got the sun, got the beach
 And it's always calling me, oh yeah, oh yeah
 Growing up in california
 Growing up in california
 Golden gate redwood trees
 And they're always calling me, oh yeah