"Rain On The Scarecrow" lyrics

Scarecrow on a wooden cross
Blackbird in the barn
Four hundred empty acres
Used to be my farm
Grew up like my daddy did
My grandpa cleared this land
When I was five, I walked the fence
Grandpa held my hand

Rain on the scarecrow
Blood on the plow
This land fed a nation
This land made me so proud
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 (Ah)

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"
Hey, calling it your job, old 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 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

There's ninety-seven crosses
Planted in the courthouse yard
For ninety-seven families
Who lost ninety-seven farms
I think about my grandpa
My neighbors and my name
Some nights I feel like dying
Like a scarecrow in the rain

Rain on the scarecrow
Blood on the plow
Land fed a nation
This land made me proud
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
Rain on the scarecrow
Blood on the plow