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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 theres 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 its just my job and I hope you understand
Hey calling it your job ol hoss sure dont make it right
But if you want me to Ill say a prayer for your soul tonight
And grandmas 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 mans dignity he cant 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 dying like that scarecrow in the rain
[Chorus]
Rain on the scarecrow blood on the plow
This land fed a nation this land made me so 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
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 theres 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 its just my job and I hope you understand
Hey calling it your job ol hoss sure dont make it right
But if you want me to Ill say a prayer for your soul tonight
And grandmas 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 mans dignity he cant 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 dying like that scarecrow in the rain
[Chorus]
Rain on the scarecrow blood on the plow
This land fed a nation this land made me so 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
Lyrics submitted by SoBrokenHearted
Rain on the Scarecrow Lyrics as written by George Michael Green George Green
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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Devastating! What more do I have to say about this Classic Mellencamp Rocker? You don't have to analyze John's Sad Farmer's Lament Rain on the Scarecrow-it's just there. Fervently and passionately sung and beautifully written, Rain on the Scarecrow is the absolute best Classic Rock song of the Eighties. In 1985, every other news story that Tom Brokaw, Dan Rather and Peter Jennings-Rock in Peace!-reported on was about the demise and struggle of the American Farmer! All the pictures on TV that I saw and had seen from Indiana to Tennessee right back up to Maryland-where I still live-affected me deeply. I commend and thank John Mellencamp for writing Rain on the Scarecrow-From Reagan to Obama, everything numbingly looks the same!-The backbone of America has been broken for good! I do not like what America has become because its leaders and politicians do absolutely nothing to help out matters but as long as Classic Rock is alive, Rain on the Scarecrow will continue to be sung to anyone who needs a helping hand in American Life. To my favorite Tabby Cat John Mellencamp-I Say Rock Hard and Meow!