“Born But Raised” is a song about place, family, and identity — a reflective ride through the cities we pass through and the ones that never quite let us go. With humor and heart, it explores how siblings, stories, and shared history shape us in ways we’re still discovering.

Lyrics

I was born in Hollywood
On that street where Marilyn stood
But I was raised in Watsonville
Where the sheriff is searching for me still

I was born in Bakersfield
Where Buck Owens his guitar did wield
But I was raised in Berkeley town
Was a hippie then later a circus clown

I burn my candle at both ends
I raise my glass to you, my friends
I take my leave but I’ll be back soon
Born a son but raised like a moon

I was born in Fontana
Never thought to ask my ma
Who raised me in south San Jose
It’s not pleasant but it’s far, far away

I take my leave but I’ll be back soon
Born a son but raised like a moon