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Travis Tritt - Where Corn Don't Grow

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#This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the #
#song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. #
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Where Corn Don't Grow
Travis Tritt
From the Restless Kind Album
Recorded in E
Submitted by John Belville: jbelvl@aol.com

(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.

(Chorus)
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

(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)

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