As we sat on the front porch
Of that old grey house where I was born and raised.
Staring at the dusty fields
Where my daddy worked hard everyday.
I think it kinda hurt him when I said,
Daddy theres a lot that I dont know.
But dont you ever dream about a life
Where corn dont grow?
He just sat there silent
Staring 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 youll find the answer to it all
Where corn dont grow.
Hard times are real
Theres dusty fields no matter where you go.
You may change your mind
Cause the weeds are high where corn dont grow.
I remember feeling guilty
When daddy turned and walked back in the house.
I was only 17 back then
But I thought that I knew more than I know now.
I cant say he didnt warn me
This city lifes a hard row to hoe.
Aint it funny how a dream can turn around,
Where corn dont grow.
Hard times are real
Theres dusty fields no matter where you go.
You may change your mind
Cause the weeds are high where corn dont grow.
You may change your mind
Oh the weeds are high where corn dont grow.