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 every day
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?"

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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."

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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

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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
This city life's a hard row to hoe
Ain't it funny how a dream can turn around,
Where corn don't grow

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Hard times are real
There's dusty fields no matter where you go
And you may change your mind