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.