Lyrics Don't Wake the Scarecrow - The Felice Brothers

Don't Wake the Scarecrow

Would you love me
If I told you I was born upstream
If I told you I come from money
White money
Would you love me
Would you love me
Well, I was born down
By a bad little river in a poor town
Where an indian-giver put a board out
It said «Boarding House»
Called him Scarecrow
He kept whores around
And I’d go there
I’d wait my turn on the broke stairs
And get me the girl with the gold hair
Aw yeah, leave your clothes there
On the folding chair
In that cold room
Your breath would twist just like ghosts do
You said, «Call me Dorothy in red shoes»
And the bed moved
The bed moved
The bed moved
Tracy, don’t you wake that scarecrow tonight
Well, the man would come in
It’s hard living right giving head when
The sad days of winter have set in
And the medicine for a mannequin is heroin
I’d find you there in the bath
We’d cook up your shit in a tin can
And you started calling me Tin Man
And we started making plans to begin again
Begin again
You saved a C note
Told me you felt like a seagull
Told me to meet at the depot
With the needles, then maybe we’d go
To Reno
Where you’d be my desert dove
And we’d find a way to make better love
Said, «Baby, that’s how the West was won»
And the blood-red sun
Yeah, the blood-red sun
And the blood-red sun
Tracy, don’t you wake that scarecrow tonight
Well, the man cries
«Who gives a damn when a tramp dies?»
But I loved you there in the lamp light
With your bare thighs
And the halo of your hairline
And all my lifelong
I’ll never shake off your siren song
And all of your talk about dying young
With an iron lung and that crazy way
You said, «Simon
I think I might stay here with Scarecrow tonight
Simon, I think I’m gonna stay here with Scarecrow tonight.»