As we sat on the front porch Of that old gray 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" Chorus: 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 Chorus You may change your mind Oh, the weeds are high Where corn don't grow