country california

Brett Young

I was driving down PCH
Top down on my jeep just cranking some Hank
A California boy with country on my mind

A pretty girl sitting next to me
With beach blond hair in the passenger seat
Rocking Daisy Dukes with a bathing suit underneath

She s West Coast head-to-toe
But there ain t a Reba song that she don t know

There s country in California
We drink whiskey, just like they do in Tennessee
We have backroads, past where the grass grows
In the hills of Malibu, it s the sky s that blue
With a clear view of the sea
Yeah, there s country, in my California dream

I remember way back before it was cool
Singing Tim McGraw on my way to school
MaryAnn McCoy was my don t take the girl

Nowadays the highway is more than a road
It s taking over Country radio
Moving the Mason-Dixie line
All the way to the edge of the world

Her eyes were blue and her hair was long, yeah
She s every woman, she s a country song

There s country in California
We drink whiskey, just like they do in Tennessee
We have backroads, past where the grass grows
In the hills of Malibu, it s the sky s that blue
With a clear view of the sea
Yeah, there s country, in my California dream

Sweet home California
Sweet home California
Sweet home California

There s country in California
We drink whiskey, same as they do in Tennessee
We have backroads
Past where the green grass grows
In the hills of Malibu, it s the sky s that blue
With a clear view of the sea
Yeah, there s country
Yeah, there s country
Oh, there s country
In my California dream
In my California dream

I was driving down PCH
Top down on my jeep just cranking some Hank
A California boy with country on my mind