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

Wherе corn don't grow? "

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

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