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 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.

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 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 roe to hoe
aint it funny how a dream can turn around where corn don't grow.

Repeat Chorus

You may change your mind cause the weeds are high where corn don't
grow.