(E)As we sat on the front porch of that old (A)grey house when I was born and
(E)raised
(C#m)Starin at the dusty fields where my (A)daddy worked hard every (E)day
I (C#m)think it kinda hurt him when I said (A)daddy there's a lot that I
don't (E)know
But (C#m)don't you ever dream about a (A)life where corn don't (E)grow.
(E)He just sat there silent (A)staring at his favorite coffee (E)cup
I saw a (C#m)storm of mixed emotion in his (A)eyes when he looked (E)up
He said (C#m)son I know at your age (A)seems like this ol' world is turning
(E)slow
And you (C#m)think you'll find the answer to it (A)all where corn don't
(E)grow.
Hard times are (C#m)real
there's dusty (A)fields no matter where you (E)go
you may chang your (C#m)mind
Cause the weeds are (A)high where corn don't (E)grow
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