Verse 1

How do you turn a scholarship down,

Tear up a ticket, already punched,
And watch a dream die?
Who's gonna tell me how

To face Daddy
And watch Momma cry?
Have I thrown my future away?

Played my last football game?
It all seems so strange
That in just one night

Your whole life can change.

Chorus


Wish this old John Deere had wings
And this cotton row was an airstrip

Way outta here.
Wish this high noon Georgia sun
Could melt what's been done

Make it disappear.
If I could leave, I'd be gone,
But that's just one more thing done wrong

By this small town favorite son.

Verse 2


By fall they're all gonna know
Our little secret

My baby holds inside.
By then she'll be startin' to show,
And I'll be the husband

To a shotgun bride.
I already miss that sound
The marching bands and the cheering crowds.

Stuck here in this red dirt ground
Knowin' I, I let everybody down.


Chourus

This high noon Georgia sun

Can't melt what's been done.
Girl, I be right here
I don't know much about life

But I know what's right
For this small town favorite son.