Lyric Where Corn Don t Grow

(Roger Murrah/Mark Alan Springer)

As we sat on the front porch
Of that old grey house where I was born and raised
Starin 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

He just sat there silent
Staring at his favorite coffee cup
I saw a storm of mixed emotion in his eyes
When he looked up
He said Son I know at your age
Seems like this ol world is turning 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 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

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