Brett Young Country In California Lyrics

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.