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