Don't Wake the Scarecrow

Would you love me? If I told you I was born upstream If I told you I come from money White money Would you love me? Would you love me? Well, I was born down By a bad little river in a poor town Where an indian-giver put a board out It said "Boarding House" Call him Scarecrow He kept whores around And I'd go there I'd wait my turn on the broke stairs And get me the girl with the gold hair Aw yeah, leave your clothes there On the folding chair And in that cold room Your breath would twist just like ghosts do You said, "Call me Dorothy in red shoes" And the bed moved The bed moved The bed moved Oh, Tracy, don't you wake that scarecrow tonight Well, the man would come in It's hard living right giving head when The sad days of winter have set in And the medicine for an addict is heroin I'd find you there in the bath We'd cook up your shit in a tin can And you started calling me Tin Man And we made plans to begin again Begin again You saved a C note Told me you felt like a seagull Told me to meet at the depot With the needle, then maybe we'd go To Reno Where you'd be my desert dove And we'd find a way to make better love Said, "Baby, that's how the West was won" And the blood-red sun Yeah, the blood-red sun And the blood-red Tracy, don't you wake that scarecrow tonight Well, the man cries "Who gives a damn when a tramp dies?" But I loved you there in the lamp light With your bare thighs And the halo of your hair alive And all my lifelong I'll never shake off your siren song And all of your talk about dying young With an iron lung and that crazy way You said, "Simon I think I might stay here with Scarecrow tonight Simon, I think I'm gonna stay here with Scarecrow tonight."