Where Corn Don't Grow

As we sat on the front porch of that old grey house where I was born and raised

Stared out at the dusty fields where daddy always worked hard eveyday

I think it kind of hurt him when i said "Daddy there's a lot that I don't know

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

He just sat there silent staring in 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 feels like this ol' world is turning slow

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

Hard times are real,there's dusty fields

No matter where you go

You may change your mind,'cause the weeds are high

Where corn don't grow

I remember feeling guilty when daddy turned and walked back in the house

I was only seventeen back then but it seems like I knew more than I do now

I can't say he didn't tell me this city life's a hard row to hoe

It's 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 the weeds are high

Where corn don't grow

You may change your mind,'cause the weeds are high

Where corn don't grow