Rain on the Scarecrow

(F#m)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.

(D)Rain on the scarecrow,

(E)blood on the plow;

this (D)land fed a nation, this (E)land made me proud.

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

(F#m)Rain on the (A)(E)scarecrow, (F#m)blood on the plow.

Rain on the (A)(E)scarecrow, (F#m)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 (D)Grandma's on the front porch swing with a (E)bible in her hand.

(D)Sometimes I hear her singing, "Take me (E)to the promised land."

When you take away man's dignity,

he can't (D)work his fields and cows.

There'll (F#m)be blood on the (A)(E)scarecrow,

(F#m)blood on the plow.

Blood on the (A)(E)scarecrow, (F#m)blood on the plow.

(E)Well, (F#m)there's blood on the plow.

(D)Rain on the scarecrow,

(E)blood on the plow.

This (D)land fed a nation, this (E)land made me proud,

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

(F#m)Rain on the (A)(E)scarecrow, (F#m)blood on the plow.

Rain on the (A)(E)(F#m)scarecrow, blood on the plow.