Where Corn Don’t Grow

As we sat on the front porch of that Old gray 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 about a life where Corn don't grow?" He just sat there silent, starin' at his favorite Coffee cup. I saw a storm of mixed emotion in his Eyes When he looked up. He said, "Son, I know it's your age. It seems like this whole world is turnin' slow. And you think you'll find the answer to it All where corn don't grow." Well, let me tell you somethin'. Hard times are real. There's dusty fields no matter where you go. 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 the 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 the weeds are High where corn don't grow. You may change your mind, 'cause oh, The weeds are high where corn don't grow.