Текст песни Travis Tritt - Where Corn Don`t Grow
Travis Tritt - Where Corn Don`t Grow слова песни
(Roger Murrah/Mark Alan Springer)As we sat on the front porchOf that old grey house where I was born and raisedStarin` at the dusty fieldsWhere my daddy worked hard every dayI think it kinda hurt him when I said DaddyThere`s a lot that I don`t knowBut don`t you ever dream about a lifeWhere corn don`t growHe just sat there silentStaring at his favorite coffee cupI saw a storm of mixed emotion in his eyesWhen he looked upHe said Son I know at your ageSeems like this ol` world is turning slowAnd you think you`ll find the answer to it allWhere corn don`t growHard times are realThere`s dusty fieldsNo matter where you goYou may change your mind`Cause the weeds are highWhere corn don`t growI remember feeling guiltyWhen Daddy turned and walked back in the houseI was only seventeen back thenBut I thought that I knew more than I know nowI can`t say he didn`t warn meThis city life`s a hard row to hoeAin`t it funny how a dream can turn aroundWhere corn don`t growHard times are realThere`s dusty fieldsNo matter where you goAnd you may change your mind`Cause the weeds are highWhere corn don`t growYou may change your mindOh the weeds are highWhere corn don`t grow