Rain On the Scarecrow

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

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 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, ole 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 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

There's 97 crosses

Planted in the courthouse yard

Ninety-seven families who

Lost ninety-seven farms

I think about my grandpa

My neighbors and my name

And some nights

I feel like dying

Like that scarecrow in the rain

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

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 the scarecrow

Blood on the plow

Rain on the scarecrow

Blood on the plow, hey!

Ooh, yeah