This song is pretty straightforward. For kids growing up in rural America, there is a great misconception that the city is the answer to all of their problems. A great many farm kids make this mistake and wind up regretting it later on in life.
"Hard times are real,
There's dusty fields,
No matter where you go.
You may change your mind,
'Cause the weeds are high,
Where corn don't grow."
For others, instead of leaving and moving to the city, the city comes to them. Take it from someone who grew up in rural Virginia. The encroaching suburbs of Washington DC have all but destroyed my boyhood home, and with them have come pollution, traffic, gangs, drugs, murders, rampant development, snobby rich people, large numbers of illegal immigrants, an increased cost of living, and a decreased quality of life. Waylon Jennings (who originally sang this song, God rest his soul), Travis Tritt and many other country artists know as I do, that the weed really are high, where corn don't grow.
This song is pretty straightforward. For kids growing up in rural America, there is a great misconception that the city is the answer to all of their problems. A great many farm kids make this mistake and wind up regretting it later on in life.
"Hard times are real, There's dusty fields, No matter where you go. You may change your mind, 'Cause the weeds are high, Where corn don't grow."
For others, instead of leaving and moving to the city, the city comes to them. Take it from someone who grew up in rural Virginia. The encroaching suburbs of Washington DC have all but destroyed my boyhood home, and with them have come pollution, traffic, gangs, drugs, murders, rampant development, snobby rich people, large numbers of illegal immigrants, an increased cost of living, and a decreased quality of life. Waylon Jennings (who originally sang this song, God rest his soul), Travis Tritt and many other country artists know as I do, that the weed really are high, where corn don't grow.