Night Ranger — Growin’ Up in California

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 Oh 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 I needed more too much music inside of me So with my friends we had a plan Start our own rockin' band that's right Oh 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 & 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