Where Corn Don't Grow

[D]As we sat on the front porch of that o[G]ld grey house where i was born and ra[D]ised
    Sta[Bm]red out at the dusty fields where d[G]addy always worked hard evey[D]day
    I thi[Bm]nk it kind of hurt him when i said "Dad[G]dy there's a lot that i don't kn[D]ow
    But d[Bm]on't you ever dream about a l[G]ife where corn don't gr[D]ow"

    H[D]e just sat there silent sta[G]ring in his favorite coffee c[D]up
    I saw a [Bm]storm of mixed emotions in his e[G]yes when he looked [D]up
    He said "[Bm]Son i know at your age it fe[G]els like this ol' world is turning sl[D]ow
    And you t[Bm]hink you'll find the answer to [G]it all,where corn don't gr[D]ow"

 [D]   Hard times are r[Bm]eal,there's dusty fi[G]elds
    No matter where you g[D]o
    You may change your m[Bm]ind,'cause the weeds are h[G]igh
    Where corn don't gr[D]ow

    I[D] remember feeling guilty when da[G]ddy turned and walked back in the ho[D]use
    I was o[Bm]nly seventeen back then but it se[G]ems like i knew more than i do n[D]ow
    I can't [Bm]say he didn't tell me this c[G]ity life's a hard row to [D]hoe
    It's f[Bm]unny how a dream can turn ar[G]ound,where corn don't gr[D]ow

Chorus.

 [D]   You may change your m[Bm]ind,'cause the weeds are h[G]igh
    Where corn don't gr[D]ow