Rain On The Scarecrow Composer(s): George M. Green; John Mellencamp Performer(s): John Cougar Mellancamp
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
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 were'nt enough to pay the loans Couldn't buy the seeds 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 callin' it your job ol' hoss sure don't make it right 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 mans dignity he can't work his fields and cows There'll be 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, 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
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