Written by Roger Murrah/Mark Springer
Where Corn Don't Grow (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.(Repeat the Verse Progression) I remember felling guilty and when daddy turned and walked back in the house I was only seventeen back then 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 row to hoe Ain't it funny how a dream can turn around where corn don't grow (Chorus and Tag the last line--end)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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