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Scarecrow on a wooden cross, blackbird in the
hundred empty acres that used to be my farm
I grew up like my did, my grandpa cleared this land
I was five, I walked a fence while grandpa held my hand

Rain on the scarecrow, on the plow
This land fed a nation, land made me proud
And son, I'm just sorry, no legacy for you now
Rain on the scarecrow, on the plow
on the scarecrow, blood on the plow

The crops we grew last summer enough to pay the loans
Couldn't buy the to plant this spring and the farmers bank foreclosed
Called my old Schepman up to auction off the land
He said, "John, just my job and I hope you understand"

Hey, calling it your job, ol' hoss, sure don't it right
But if you want me to say a prayer for your soul tonight
And grandma's on the front swing with a Bible in her hand
Sometimes I hear her singing, "Take me to the land"
When you away a man's dignity he can't work his fields and cows

There'll be blood on the scarecrow, on the plow
on the scarecrow, blood on the plow

Well theres ninety-seven crosses planted in the yard
And ninety-seven who lost ninety-seven farms
I think my grandpa, my neighbors and my name
And some nights I feel dyin' like that scarecrow in the rain

on the scarecrow, blood on the plow
This land fed a nation, yeah, this made me proud
And son, I'm just sorry, they're just for you now
Rain on the scarecrow, on the plow
Rain on the scarecrow, blood on the

Rain on the scarecrow, on the plow
Yeah, this land fed a nation, this made me so proud
Son, I'm just sorry they're just for you now
Rain on the scarecrow, blood on the
on the scarecrow, blood on the plow