Where Corn Don't Grow
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 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 feels like this ole world is turnin' 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 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
Hard times are real
There's dusty fields no matter where you go
You may change your mind
Weeds are high where corn don't grow
You may change your mind
Weeds are high where corn don't grow
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 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 feels like this ole world is turnin' 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 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
Hard times are real
There's dusty fields no matter where you go
You may change your mind
Weeds are high where corn don't grow
You may change your mind
Weeds are high where corn don't grow
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Writer(s): Mark Alan Springer, Roger Murrah, Mark. Springer, Roger. Murrah
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