Lyrics
blood on the plow
rain on the scarecrow
Rain on the scarecrow, this land fed a nation, there s 97 crosses
Four hundred empty acres, rain on the scarecrow, scarecrow on a wooden cross
Rain on the scarecrow, i m just sorry
But if you want me to, rain on the scarecrow, blood on the scarecrow
Calling it your job, blood on the plow, blood on the scarecrow
This land made me proud, sometimes i hear her singing
Blood on the plow, blood on the plow Scarecrow, there s no legacy for you now
Grew up like my daddy did, blood on the plow
weren t enough to pay the loans
I feel like dying, blood on the plow
they re just memories for you now
there s 97 crosses
My neighbors and my name, the crops we grew last summer, called my old friend schepman
There s no legacy for you now, rain on the scarecrow, this land fed a nation
Grew up like my daddy did, scarecrow on a wooden cross
This land made me proud, blood on the scarecrow
Blood on the plow, rain on the scarecrow
blood on the plow
And i hope you understand., but if you want me to On, there s 97 crosses
rain on the scarecrow
Weren t enough to pay the loans, i ll say a prayer for your soul tonight Rain, sure don t make it right
It s just my job, i ll say a prayer for your soul tonight, this land fed a nation
it s just my job
Weren t enough to pay the loans, i walked the fence while grandpa held my hand
And grandma s on the front porch swing, rain on the scarecrow
Blood on the plow, when you take away a man s dignity, that used to be my farm
there s 97 crosses
Blood on the plow, blood on the plow The, blood on the scarecrow
Blood on the plow, called my old friend schepman
and the farmers bank foreclosed
i m just sorry
Blood on the plow, i ll say a prayer for your soul tonight, blood on the plow
My grandpa cleared this land, my neighbors and my name
With a bible in her hand, blood on the plow Scarecrow, that used to be my farm
I think about my grandpa, this land made me so proud
It s just my job, my neighbors and my name
I ll say a prayer for your soul tonight, called my old friend schepman, that used to be my farm
This land fed a nation, this land made me so proud
rain on the scarecrow