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 a 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   And ninety-seven families who lost ninety-seven farms   I think about my grandpa, 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, yeah, 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   Yeah, 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