I was born in southern california sand

To a gypsy mother and a guitar-playing man

Oh yeah

Raised inside the american dream

Desert parties had it all so it seemed

Hell yeah

Yet there was something driving me wild driving me crazy

Deep inside like a knife cuttin' on me

So I said to myself you got one life sittin' on the shelf

Get out

Ohhhhh yeah

Growing up in california

Growing up in california

Got the sun got the beach

And it's always calling me

Oh yeah

So I headed north san francisco bay

There was music all night

It was a party every day

Oh yeah

I found myself in a funky band

Led by a family stone horn-playin' man

Hey hey yeah

Yet there was something pulling me hard

Driving me crazy

Ineeded more too much music inside of me

So with my friends we had a plan

Start our own rockin' band that's right

Ohhhhh wow yeah

Growing up in california

Growing up in california

Pretty women you gotta see

And they're always callin' me

Oh yeah

Hollywood boulevard rainbow bar and grill

Lots of gold records I still love it here

Pacific coast highway fillmore where the music lives

Wine country the most beautiful place I know

Sierra mountains southern beaches

Inland cities rock-n-roll

In california

In california

Check out the sun check out the beach

And it's always callin' me

Oh yeah oh yeah

Growing up in california

Growing up in california