I walked home all the way from east beach
With an oil spill stickin' to my feet
To that little house on salinas street
Throwin’ rocks in the creek, my brothers and me

Yeah, mom held it down on a county wage
Clothes on our backs and food on our plates
Every Saturday night mariachis played
And I listened through the window to the low rider sway

Yeah, I grew up in a west coast town
Back before they chased the working class out
You know we don't fuck around where I grew up
In a west coast town

Fourth of July, leadbetter beach
Salt air digging in my lungs so deep
Chased her all night till she couldn’t see
It was paradise but I had to leave

Yeah, I grew up in a west coast town
Back before they chased the working class out
You know we don't fuck around where I grew up
In a west coast town

Now I'm long gone
Like stoplights on the freeway
You can tear me down
But I'll, I'll never change

Yeah, I grew up in a west coast town
Back before they chased the working class out
You know we don't fuck around where I grew up
Yeah, I grew up in a west coast town
Back before they chased the working class out
You know we don't fuck around where I grew up
In a west coast town
In a west coast town