Where Corn Don’t Grow

As we sat on the front porch

Of that old-grey house where I was born and raised

Starin' at the dusty fields

Where my daddy worked hard every day

I think it kinda hurt him when I said, "Daddy there's a lot that I don't know"

"But don't you ever dream 'bout a life where corn don't grow?"

He just sat there silent

Starin' at his favorite coffee cup

I saw a storm of mixed emotions in his eyes when he looked up

He said, "Son, I know at your age it seems like this ole world is turnin' slow"

"And you think you'll find the answer to it all wherе corn don't grow?"

Well, let me tell you somethin'

Hard times are real

Thеre's dusty fields no matter where you go

And you may change your mind

'Cause those weeds are high where corn don't grow

I remember feelin' guilty

When Daddy turned and walked back in the house

I was only seventeen back then

But I thought that I knew more than I know now

I can't say he didn't warn me

This city life's a hard row to hoe

Ain't it funny how a dream can turn around where corn don't grow?

Hard times are real

There's dusty fields no matter where you go

You may change your mind

'Cause weeds are high where corn don't grow

You may change your mind

'Cause oh, the weeds are high where corn don't grow