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
when i was five i walked the fence while grandpa held my hand
Chorus:
rain on the scarecrow blood on the plow
this land fed a nation this land made me proud
and son iand'm just sorry thereand'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 werenand't enough to pay the loans
couldnand'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 itand's just my job and i hope you understand
hey calling it your job oland' hoss sure donand't make it right
but if you want me to iand'll say a prayer for your soul tonight
and grandmaand's on the front porch swing with a bible in her hand
sometimes i hear her singing andquot;take me to the promised landandquot;
when you take away a manand's dignity he canand't work his fields and cows
Thereand'll be blood on the scarecrow blood on the plow
blood on the scarecrow blood on the plow
Well thereand's ninety-seven crosses planted in the courthouse yard
ninety-seven families who lost ninety-seven farms
i think about my grandpa and my neighbors and my name
and some nights i feel like dyinand' like that scarecrow in the rain
Chorus:
rain on the scarecrow blood on the plow
this land fed a nation this land made me proud
and son iand'm just sorry theyand'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 proud
and son iand'm just sorry theyand're just memories for you now
rain on the scarecrow blood on the plow
rain on the scarecrow blood on the plow