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 mi ed

emotion 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

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