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Publié par Moicani - L'Odéonie

 

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SCARECROW SONG

The songs you sing are meaningless
The words you say are wrong.
Your saturday nights they are sober
And your Sundays are too long

Chorus:
Your lucky days are over
Your lucky days are gone

You've cast away your coloured coat
The illusions seemed too strong
Now in the wintery season
You can hear the Scarecrow Song

Chorus:
Your lucky days are over
Your lucky days are gone

The bells have all stopped their ringing
The music sounded wrong.
And now the only song, worth singing
Is the sad old Scarecrow Song

Chorus:
Your lucky days are over
Your lucky days are gone

LINDISFARNE

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MICHAEL JACKSON

 

 


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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

BEATLES SCARECROWS

The black and green scarecrow,
as everyone knows,
stood with a bird on his hat
and straw everywhere.
He didn't care....
He stood in a field where barley grows.
His head did no thinking, his arms didn't move,
except when the wind cut up rough
and mice ran around on the ground.
He stood in a field where barley grows.
The black and green scarecrow is sadder than me,
but now he's resigned to his fate
'cause life's not unkind.
He doesn't mind.
He stood in a field where barley grows.

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