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
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 it's just my job
and I hope you understand
Hey calling it your job ol' hoss
sure don't make it right
But 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
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 dyin'
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
Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow
Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow
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
Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow
Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow