The Corn is Higher Than the Fence

The corn is higher than the fence And your boy is nearly grown I kept measurin' the seasons By the work I did alone The corn is higher than the fence I should have measured comin' home And I swear I tried to write But I was thinkin' 'bout your eyes And I swear I tried to write But I was thinkin' 'bout your eyes And I swear I tried to write But I was thinkin' 'bout your eyes You never call me by my name And you hardly call at all We don't even need to speak But you say you wish I would And you hardly call at all You never call me by my name And I swear I tried to write But I was thinkin' 'bout your eyes And I swear I tried to write But I was thinkin' 'bout your eyes And I swear I tried to write But I was thinkin' 'bout your eyes The corn is higher than the fence And your boy is nearly grown