Tom spends his time in the cornfields
Surveying the land on his four wheels
He tends to his crop so freely
Shucking his corn quickly and cleanly
He learned from his old man
Born and raised in Iowa's lands
Destined for a life as a stalker
And to carry the name Tom Corn Walker
Tom in the cornfield
Tom and Sherine had a dream
To raise up their very own corner supreme
He'd tend to the fields as his own
And to one day sit on the cornfield throne
But as Little Tom grew older
It seems he had a corn chip on his shoulder
Afraid of the man he'd become
If he was only known as the corn man's son
Little Tom in the cornfield
Tom and LT talked for days
Accepting their roles together had changed
It wasn't easy at first
Giving up a vision decided at birth
So Tom took his son by the hand
They walked together across their land
Out on a quest for joy
Just as they did when he was a boy
Tom and Little Tom in the corn field
Tom is spending time in the cornfields
Little Tom is spending little time in the cornfields
Tom and Little Tom are spending time in the cornfield
Tom is spending time in the cornfields
Little Tom is spending little time in the cornfields
Tom and Little Tom are spending time in the cornfields
Tom is spending time in the cornfield
Little Tom is spending little time in the cornfields
Tom and Little Tom are spending time in the cornfields