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 seems 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 And you may change your mind 'cause the weeds are high where corn don't grow You may change your mind, oh, the weeds are high where corn don't grow