Scarecrow on a wooden cross, blackbird in the barn
400 empty acres that used to be my farm
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 97 crosses planted in the courthouse yard
And 97 families who lost 97 farms
I think about my grandpa
My neighbors and my name
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
Hey, this land made me proud
And son I'm just sorry
There's 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 so 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, hey
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