Where Corn Don’t Grow

As we sat on the front porch of that old gray 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, 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 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, where corn don't grow"
 Let me tell you something
 Hard times are real
 Thеre's dusty fields no matter where you go
 You may change your mind, 'cause the weeds are high
 Where corn don't grow
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 I remember feeling guilty
 When daddy turned, and walked back in the house
 And I was only 17 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 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