GUITAR 1 GUITAR 2 (VARIATION AT TIMES)

E —-5—4—- E ————————
B ————- B ————————
G –6—6—— G ————————
D ————- D ————————
A ————- A ———–7-7-9——–
E ————- E –9—9-9—————

CHORDS: F#m A E – 8x’S

VERSE:
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

CHORUS:
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

VERSE:
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

BREAK: (SAME AS CHORUS)

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

INSTRUMENTAL: PLAYED LIKE INTRO….. (VERSE AND CHORUS)

VERSE:
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

CHORUS:
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

CHORUS:
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

OUTRO: F#m A E — 8X’s END ON F#m

I was born in a small town
and I live in a small town
probably die in a small town
oh, a small community
all my friends are so small town
my parents live in the same small town
my job is so small town
provides little opportunity

educated in a small town
taught to fear Jesus in a small town
used to daydream in that small town
another born romantic , that’s me
I’ve seen it all in a small town
had myself a ball in a small town
married an LA darling, brought her to this small town
a small town, just like me

I cannot forget from where it is I come from
I cannot forget the people who love me
I can be myself, yeah, in a small town
and people let me be just what I wanna be

Oh, my, my, yeah

got nothing against the big town
still hayseed enough to say ”look who’s in the big town”
my bed is in a small town
that’s good enough for me
I was born in a small town
and I can breathe in a small town
gonna die in a small town
and that’s probably where they’ll bury me