| Scarecrow on a wooden cross
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| Blackbird in the barn
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| Four hundred empty acres
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| That used to be my farm
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| Grew up like my daddy did
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| My grandpa cleared this land
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| When I was five
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| I walked the fence while Grandpa held my hand
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| Rain on the scarecrow
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| Blood on the plow
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| This land fed a nation
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| This land made me proud
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| And son, I`m just sorry
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| There`s no legacy for you now
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| Rain on the scarecrow
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| Blood on the plow
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| Rain on the scarecrow
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| Blood on the plow
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| The crops we grew last summer
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| Weren`t enough to pay the loans
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| Couldn`t buy the seed to plant this spring
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| And the Farmers' Bank foreclosed
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| Called my old friend Schepman
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| Up to auction off the land
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| He said:
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| «John, it`s just my job
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| And I hope you understand.»
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| Hey, calling it your job, ole hoss
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| Sure don`t make it right
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| But if you want me to
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| I`ll say a prayer for your soul tonight
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| And grandma`s on the front porch swing
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| With a Bible in her hand
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| Sometimes I hear her singing
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| Take me to the Promised Land
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| When you take away a man`s dignity
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| He can`t work his fields and cows
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| There`ll be
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| Blood on the scarecrow
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| Blood on the plow
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| Blood on the scarecrow
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| Blood on the plow
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| There`s 97 crosses
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| Planted in the courthouse yard
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| Ninety-seven families who
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| Lost ninety-seven farms
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| I think about my grandpa
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| My neighbors and my name
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| And some nights
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| I feel like dying
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| Like that scarecrow in the rain
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| Rain on the scarecrow
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| Blood on the plow
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| This land fed a nation
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| This land made me proud
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| And son, I`m just sorry
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| They`re just memories for you now
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| Rain on the scarecrow
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| Blood on the plow
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| Rain on the scarecrow
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| Blood on the plow
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| Rain on the scarecrow
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| Blood on the plow
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| This land fed a nation
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| This land made me so proud
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| Son, I`m just sorry
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| They`re just memories for you now
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| Rain on the scarecrow
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| Blood on the plow
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| Rain on the scarecrow
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| Blood on the plow |