| Lyrics: | John Mellencamp/George M. Green)
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 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 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
Well 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 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
Well there'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 dyin' 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 nationk 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
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