Rain on the Scarecrow piano leadsheet with chords

Scarecrow on a wooden cross, blackbird in the barn,

four hundred empty acres that used to be my farm.

I grew up like my daddy did,

my Grandpa cleared this land.

and When I was five I walked the fence while Grandpa held my hand.

Rain on the scarecrow,

blood on the plow;

this land fed a nation, this land made me proud.

And son, I'm just sorry there's no legacy for you now.

Rain on the scarecrow, blood on the plow.

Rain on the scarecrow, blood on the plow.

The crops we grew last summer weren't enough to pay the loans,

couldn't buy the seed to plant this spring and the Farmers Bank foreclosed.

Called my old friend, Schepman, up to auction off the land;

he said, "John, it's just my job,

and I hope you understand."

Hey, calling it your job, ol' hoss,

sure don't make it right, but if you want me to I'll say a prayer for your soul tonight.

And Grandma's on the front porch swing with a bible in her hand.

Sometimes I hear her singing, "Take me to the promised land."

When you take away man's dignity,

he can't work his fields and cows.

There'll be blood on the scarecrow,

blood on the plow.

Blood on the scarecrow, blood on the plow.

Well, there's blood on the plow.

Rain on the scarecrow,

blood on the plow.

This land fed a nation, this land made me proud,

and son, I'm just sorry they're just memories for you now.

Rain on the scarecrow, blood on the plow.

Rain on the scarecrow, blood on the plow.