Meet Hank—corn seed salesman by day, corny songwriter by night. If there’s a tune in his heart (and there always is), it’s probably about love, loss, and lucrative seed deals. Whether he's serenading the fields or scribbling lyrics on the back of a receipt, Hank's music is heartfelt.
Sample verse of Hank's latest "hit"
Fields of Gold Rows of Dust
I've walked the rows where the tall corn grows
With dust on my wings and seeds in my beak
Selling promises wrapped in burlap sacks
To farmers chasing harvests they may never reap
