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