as we sat on the front porch of that old gray 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 in his eyes when he looked up he said son i know at your age it seems like this old world is turnin 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 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 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 cause the weeds are high where corn don t grow