As we sat on the front porch of that old gray house where I was born and raisedStaring at the dusty fields where my daddy worked hard every dayI think it kind of hurt him when I said, Daddy, there's a lot that I don't knowBut don't you ever dream about a life where corn don't growHe just sat there silent, staring at his favorite coffee cupI saw a storm next to motion in his eyes when he looked upHe said, Son, I know it's your age, it seems like this whole world is turning slowAnd you think you'll find the answer to it all where corn don't growWell, let me tell you somethingWell, let me tell you somethingWell, let me tell you somethingHard times are real, there's dusty fields no matter where you goYou may change your mind, those weeds are high where corn don't growI remember feeling guilty when daddy turned and walked back in the houseI was only 17 back then, but I thought that I knew more than I know nowI can't say he didn't warn me, this city life's a hard road to holdAin't it funny how a dream can turn around where corn don't growHard times are real, there's dusty fields no matter where you goYou may change your mind, those weeds are high where corn don't growYou may change your mind, those weeds are high where corn don't growYou may change your mind, those weeds are high where corn don't growYou may change your mind, those weeds are high where corn don't growYou may change your mind, those weeds are high where corn don't grow