(Roger Murrah/Mark Alan Springer)
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As we sat on the front porch
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Of that old grey house where I was born and raised
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Starin' at the dusty fields
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Where my daddy worked hard every day
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I think it kinda hurt him when I said Daddy
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There's a lot that I don't know
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But don't you ever dream about a life
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Where corn don't grow
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He just sat there silent
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Staring at his favorite coffee cup
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I saw a storm of mixed emotion in his eyes
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When he looked up
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He said Son I know at your age
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Seems like this ol' world is turning slow
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And you think you'll find the answer to it all
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Where corn don't grow
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Hard times are real
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There's dusty fields
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No matter where you go
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You may change your mind
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'Cause the weeds are high
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Where corn don't grow
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I remember feeling guilty
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When Daddy turned and walked back in the house
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I was only seventeen back then
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But I thought that I knew more than I know now
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I can't say he didn't warn me
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This city life's a hard row to hoe
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Ain't it funny how a dream can turn around
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Where corn don't grow
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Hard times are real
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There's dusty fields
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No matter where you go
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And you may change your mind
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'Cause the weeds are high
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Where corn don't grow
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You may change your mind
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Oh the weeds are high
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Where corn don't grow
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Where Corn Don't Grow
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Travis Tritt |