Scarecrow on a
wooden cross
blackbird in the barn
Four hundred
empty acres
that used to be
my farm
I grew up like
daddy
my grandpa
cleared his land
When I was five
I walked the fence
while grandpa
held my hand
Rain on the scarecrow
blood on the plough
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 plough
rain on the scarecrow
blood on the plough
The crops we grew
last summer
weren't enough
to pay the loans
Couldn't buy the seeds
to plant this spring
and the farmers
bank foreclosed
Called my old friend
Shepman up
to auction off
the land
He said John
it's just my job
and I hope you
understand
Hey calling it your job
old hoss sure don't
make it right
But if you want me to
I'll say a prayer
for your soul tonight
And grandmas
on the front porch
swinging with a Bible
in her hand
Sometimes I hear
her singing
take me to the
promised land
When you take away
a mans dignity
he can't work
his fields and cows
There'll be blood
on the scarecrow
blood on the plough
Blood on the scarecrow
blood on the plough
Well there's
ninety-seven crosses
planted in the
courthouse yard
Ninety-seven families
who lost
ninety-seven farms
I think about my grandpa
and my neighbours
and my name
And some nights
I feel like dyin'
like that scarecrow
in the rain
Rain on the scarecrow
blood on the plough
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 plough
rain on the scarecrow
blood on the plough
Rain on the scarecrow
blood on the plough
this land fed a nation
this land made
me so proud
And son I'm just sorry
they're just memories
for you now
Rain on the scarecrow
blood on the plough
rain on the scarecrow
blood on the plough