California Country
By, Cheryl Harwell Bailey
I was born in Santa Cruz, California,
"Surfer Dude" town, U.S.A.
but they took me back to
Bakersfield, as a baby.
I was raised in a
"Honky Tonkin Rockin" home.
Mama's "Texas," Daddy's "Oklahoma."
Everyone had "Cowboy" names,
like "Tumbleweed Turner."
I cried, "I won't be country,"
"I won't!"
I kept my tiny transister radio
under my pillow,
as "The Beach Boys,"
"Jan & Dean," or "Lesley Gore," sang me to sleep.
But then it happened, my "DNA",
or should I say "501 Levi's" stomped in.
I heard a song today that describes it perfectly.
"Twang"
by "George Strait."
"That foot stompin,' honky tonkin,'
feelin' flowin' thru my veins,
I need a little twang!
Keepin' it real,
I must say I LOVE Country music!
"Surfer Dude" town, U.S.A.
but they took me back to
Bakersfield, as a baby.
I was raised in a
"Honky Tonkin Rockin" home.
Mama's "Texas," Daddy's "Oklahoma."
Everyone had "Cowboy" names,
like "Tumbleweed Turner."
I cried, "I won't be country,"
"I won't!"
I kept my tiny transister radio
under my pillow,
as "The Beach Boys,"
"Jan & Dean," or "Lesley Gore," sang me to sleep.
But then it happened, my "DNA",
or should I say "501 Levi's" stomped in.
I heard a song today that describes it perfectly.
"Twang"
by "George Strait."
"That foot stompin,' honky tonkin,'
feelin' flowin' thru my veins,
I need a little twang!
Keepin' it real,
I must say I LOVE Country music!
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