AH AH
SCARECROW ON
A WOODEN CROSS
BLACKBIRD IN THE BARN
FOUR HUNDRED EMPTY
ACRES THAT USED TO
BE MY FARM
GREW UP LIKE
MY DADDY DID AND
MY GRANDPA
CLEARED THIS LAND
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 A LOAN
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
SINGIN' TAKE ME
TO THE PROMISED LAND
WHEN YOU TAKE AWAY
A 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
HA
THERE'S
NINETY-SEVEN
CROSSES PLANTED IN
THE COURTHOUSE YARD
AND NINETY-SEVEN
FAMILIES
WHO LOST
NINETY-SEVEN FARMS
I THINK ABOUT
MY GRANDPA
MY NEIGHBORS AND
MY NAME AND SOME
NIGHTS I FEEL LIKE
DYIN'
LIKE THAT SCARECROW
IN THE RAIN
RAIN ON THE
SCARECROW
BLOOD ON THE PLOW
THIS LAND FED
A NATION
HEY THIS LAND MADE ME
PROUD
AND SON I'M JUST
SORRY THERE'S JUST
MEMORIES FOR YOU
NOW
RAIN ON THE
SCARECROW
BLOOD ON THE PLOW
RAIN ON THE
SCARECROW
BLOOD ON THE PLOW
RAIN ON THE
SCARECROW
BLOOD ON THE PLOW
THIS LAND FED
A NATION
THIS LAND MADE ME
SO PROUD
SON I'M JUST SORRY
THEY'RE JUST
MEMORIES FOR YOU
NOW
RAIN ON YOUR
SCARECROW
BLOOD ON THE PLOW
RAIN ON YOUR
SCARECROW
BLOOD ON THE PLOW
HEY
OOH YEAH