John Mellencamp lyrics
John Mellencamp lyrics
"Rain On The Scarecrow lyrics"
1975 lyrics
Brawling scratches mean a bad hair day Go on and press your face All up against the glass Watch and wonder as the pretty things spin and burn Swing and missing all Almost every time Yeah, almost every time Brawlin
Brawling scratches mean a bad hair day Go on and press your face All up against the glass Watch and wonder as the pretty things spin and burn Swing and missing all Almost every time Yeah, almost every time Brawlin
(John Mellencamp/George M. Green) 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 the40 Ft lyricsscarecrow, blood on the plow The crops we grew last summer weren't enough to pay the loan 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 Well 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 with a Bible in her hand Sometimes i hear her singing,
As i glance once upon the foam 40' beneath my feet The coldest calm falls Through the molten veins Cooling all the blood to slush That congeals around the brain La la la 40' remain Salt scaLaughing lyrics"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
Five o' clock, fade away the shadows Leaving by the window or the door And they're laughing Laughing at you anyway Yeah they're laughing Laughing at you every day Eight o' clock, underneath the lamplight Slow poConquest, Love & Self Perseverance. The Gospel Of Aptitude lyricsa 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 nationk 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 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Salvage is close at band Whispers an idle man, patiently waiting salvation to come Aptitude yet unsung gusbing of devildom, factual salvage but likely for some Blessing is found in he freedom and clemency, retch