He grew up in a cornfield
And learned how to say a rain prayer
To the sky
He worked beside his daddy
Like a well-oiled machine
And ran with pride
And daddy always said
"Missouri is the last drop in the land."
But just beyond the fields ahead
A hunger for the world is what he felt
[Chorus]
One day I'll be the one you'll all see
A man and his fiddle
In a little heaven on the stage
And one day I'll be awake in my dreams
Playing like it's keeping me alive
And I'll leave small-town Missouri
For all time
His daddy didn't like it
But he watched him load his truck
And hit the road
His oldest boy was headed West
To play the game
And sow his wildest oats
He told him, "I'll be back again
As soon as I come through that radio
And [?] Daddy, pray for rain
And I'll be praying for you as I go."
[Chorus]
One summer night
His daddy woke from sleep
He switched on the radio
To fill that silent heat
And out came the most wonderful
Old, familiar sound
Outside the rain was falling down [x2]
[Chorus x2]
And I'll leave small-town Missouri behind...