It's the 99 to the 5 to the 405 to the 101
It's a dusty ride up a mighty stretch of grapevine highway
Runnin' through my blood
It's fresno to modesto on a hickory
Wind with a radio playin' merle and buck
It's smoggy air and the season's there
Are earthquakes riots wildfires and floods
And I been California razin' cane
In rodeo towns
The Hollywood sign, the bakersfield sound
Dwight yoakum if ya got 'em, girls in bell bottoms
Is what I grew up chasin'
Blame it on my California razin'
I'm a desert rose palomino, son of the San Joaquin
I been stoned a few in Malibu
Turned on to that cold water canyon scene
I've played guitars for tips in jars where people
Walk on stars that shine on dirty sidewalk streets
And I might have changed along the way but those yesterdays
Man I wouldn't change a thing
And I been California razin' cane
In rodeo towns
The Hollywood sign, the bakersfield sound
Dwight yoakum if ya got 'em, girls in bell bottoms
Is what I grew up chasin'
Blame it on my California razin'
Blame it on my California razin', c'mon!
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I been California razin' cane
In rodeo towns
The Hollywood sign, the bakersfield sound
Dwight yoakum if ya got 'em, girls in bell bottoms
I'm still out here chasin'
Blame it on my California razin'
Blame it on my California razin'
Blame it on my California razin'