<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=105004" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Where Corn Don't Grow</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(Roger Murrah/Mark Alan Springer)<br>As we sat on the front porch<br>Of that old grey house where I was born and raised<br>Starin' at the dusty fields<br>Where my daddy worked hard every day<br>I think it kinda hurt him when I said Daddy<br>There's a lot that I don't know<br>But don't you ever dream about a life<br>Where corn don't grow<br>He just sat there silent<br>Staring at his favorite coffee cup<br>I saw a storm of mixed emotion in his eyes<br>When he looked up<br>He said Son I know at your age<br>Seems like this ol' world is turning slow<br>And you think you'll find the answer to it all<br>Where corn don't grow<br>Hard times are real<br>There's dusty fields<br>No matter where you go<br>You may change your mind<br>'Cause the weeds are high<br>Where corn don't grow<br>I remember feeling guilty<br>When Daddy turned and walked back in the house<br>I was only seventeen back then<br>But I thought that I knew more than I know now<br>I can't say he didn't warn me<br>This city life's a hard row to hoe<br>Ain't it funny how a dream can turn around<br>Where corn don't grow<br>Hard times are real<br>There's dusty fields<br>No matter where you go<br>And you may change your mind<br>'Cause the weeds are high<br>Where corn don't grow<br>You may change your mind<br>Oh the weeds are high<br>Where corn don't grow</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Travis Tritt - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=105004" data-title="Where Corn Don't Grow" data-description="(Roger Murrah/Mark Alan Springer) As we sat on the front porch Of that old grey house where I was born and raised Starin' at the dusty fields Where my daddy worked hard every day I think it kinda hurt him when I said Daddy There's a lot that I don..."></div> </div> </div>

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