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"
Well, let me tell you something

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 feeling 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
'Cause 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