Chords for John Mellencamp - Rain On The Scarecrow (Live at Farm Aid 1995)
Tempo:
124.6 bpm
Chords used:
F#m
E
A
D
C#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G] [F#m]
[C#m] [F#m]
Let's get a go on the wood [E] cross, [F#m] [A] blackbird in the barn.
450 [E] acres, [A] we should be in my [E] farm.
[F#m] Grew up a lot with my daddy [E] then, [F#m] my grandpa played the slam.
[E] [A] When I was five I walked [E] the fence, [F#m] my grandpa [A] held my hand.
[D] Grain on the scaffold, [E] blood on the fire, [D] the slam for the nation.
[E] The slam made me do so cry, son I'm sorry, but [D] it's too late for you [F#m] now.
Grain on the scaffold, blood on the fire, grain on the scaffold, blood on the fire.
Crops grew [E] last summer, [A] when I left to stay alone.
[E] [F#m] Couldn't buy the seed you planted, spent the farmer's money to [E] close.
[F#m]
Called my old friend, [E] shut me up, [F#m] said I [A] was an awful lamb.
Said John, this is my [E] job, [F#m] I hope you understand.
[Em] [F#m] Hey Con, if you [E] drive a [F#m] horse, you don't make [A] it [E] right.
[F#m] You want me to, I'll [E] say [F#m] a prayer for the soul tonight.
[D]
Planted my arms on the [A] farm, poured [E] sweet revival in her hand.
[D] Some nights I hear a [A] shaker tick, [E] you can promise land.
You can take away a man's dignity, [D] can't hurt his feelings for [F#m] a child's heaven.
Blood on the [E] scaffold, [F#m] blood on the fire.
Blood on the scaffold, blood on the fire.
[D]
[E] [D]
[E] [D]
[E] [F#m]
[C#m] [F#m]
[A] [F#m]
[A] [F#] [A] [F#m]
[A] It's 97 crops, [C#m] planted in the courtyard yard.
[F#m] With 97 [A] families, put up 97 farms.
[F#m]
I think about [A] my grandpa, [C#m] my nieces and my [F#m] nieces.
The nights [A] feel like dying, like a giver of rain.
[D]
Grain on the scaffold, [E] blood on the fire.
[A] I was land for the nation, [E] this land made me so cry, son I'm sorry, [D] but this memory's holding [C#m] me [F#m] now.
Grain on the scaffold, blood on the fire.
Grain on the scaffold, blood on the fire.
[D]
Grain on the scaffold, [E] blood on the fire.
[D] I was land for the nation, [E] this land made me so cry, son I'm so [D] sorry, but this memory's holding [F#m] me now.
Grain on the scaffold, blood on the fire.
Grain on [E] the [F#m] scaffold, blood on the fire.
[C#m] [F#m]
[C#m] [F#m]
[C#]
[F#m]
[N]
[C#m] [F#m]
Let's get a go on the wood [E] cross, [F#m] [A] blackbird in the barn.
450 [E] acres, [A] we should be in my [E] farm.
[F#m] Grew up a lot with my daddy [E] then, [F#m] my grandpa played the slam.
[E] [A] When I was five I walked [E] the fence, [F#m] my grandpa [A] held my hand.
[D] Grain on the scaffold, [E] blood on the fire, [D] the slam for the nation.
[E] The slam made me do so cry, son I'm sorry, but [D] it's too late for you [F#m] now.
Grain on the scaffold, blood on the fire, grain on the scaffold, blood on the fire.
Crops grew [E] last summer, [A] when I left to stay alone.
[E] [F#m] Couldn't buy the seed you planted, spent the farmer's money to [E] close.
[F#m]
Called my old friend, [E] shut me up, [F#m] said I [A] was an awful lamb.
Said John, this is my [E] job, [F#m] I hope you understand.
[Em] [F#m] Hey Con, if you [E] drive a [F#m] horse, you don't make [A] it [E] right.
[F#m] You want me to, I'll [E] say [F#m] a prayer for the soul tonight.
[D]
Planted my arms on the [A] farm, poured [E] sweet revival in her hand.
[D] Some nights I hear a [A] shaker tick, [E] you can promise land.
You can take away a man's dignity, [D] can't hurt his feelings for [F#m] a child's heaven.
Blood on the [E] scaffold, [F#m] blood on the fire.
Blood on the scaffold, blood on the fire.
[D]
[E] [D]
[E] [D]
[E] [F#m]
[C#m] [F#m]
[A] [F#m]
[A] [F#] [A] [F#m]
[A] It's 97 crops, [C#m] planted in the courtyard yard.
[F#m] With 97 [A] families, put up 97 farms.
[F#m]
I think about [A] my grandpa, [C#m] my nieces and my [F#m] nieces.
The nights [A] feel like dying, like a giver of rain.
[D]
Grain on the scaffold, [E] blood on the fire.
[A] I was land for the nation, [E] this land made me so cry, son I'm sorry, [D] but this memory's holding [C#m] me [F#m] now.
Grain on the scaffold, blood on the fire.
Grain on the scaffold, blood on the fire.
[D]
Grain on the scaffold, [E] blood on the fire.
[D] I was land for the nation, [E] this land made me so cry, son I'm so [D] sorry, but this memory's holding [F#m] me now.
Grain on the scaffold, blood on the fire.
Grain on [E] the [F#m] scaffold, blood on the fire.
[C#m] [F#m]
[C#m] [F#m]
[C#]
[F#m]
[N]
Key:
F#m
E
A
D
C#m
F#m
E
A
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_ _ _ _ _ _ Let's get a go on the wood [E] cross, [F#m] [A] blackbird in the barn.
450 [E] acres, [A] we should be in my [E] farm.
[F#m] Grew up a lot with my daddy [E] then, [F#m] my grandpa played the slam.
[E] [A] When I was five I walked [E] the fence, [F#m] my grandpa [A] held my hand.
[D] Grain on the scaffold, [E] blood on the fire, [D] the slam for the nation.
[E] The slam made me do so cry, son I'm sorry, but [D] it's too late for you [F#m] now.
Grain on the scaffold, blood on the fire, grain on the scaffold, blood on the fire.
Crops grew [E] last summer, [A] when I left to stay alone.
[E] [F#m] Couldn't buy the seed you planted, spent the farmer's money to [E] close.
[F#m]
Called my old friend, [E] shut me up, [F#m] said I [A] was an awful lamb.
Said John, this is my [E] job, [F#m] I hope you understand.
[Em] [F#m] Hey Con, if you [E] drive a [F#m] horse, you don't make [A] it [E] right.
[F#m] You want me to, I'll [E] say [F#m] a prayer for the soul tonight.
[D]
Planted my arms on the [A] farm, poured [E] sweet revival in her hand.
[D] Some nights I hear a [A] shaker tick, [E] you can promise land.
You can take away a man's dignity, [D] can't hurt his feelings for [F#m] a child's heaven.
Blood on the [E] scaffold, [F#m] blood on the fire.
Blood on the scaffold, blood on the fire. _
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_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _
_ [A] _ _ [F#] _ _ [A] _ _ [F#m] _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ It's 97 crops, [C#m] planted in the courtyard yard.
[F#m] With 97 [A] families, put up 97 farms.
[F#m]
I think about [A] my grandpa, [C#m] my nieces and my [F#m] nieces.
The nights [A] feel like dying, like a giver of rain.
[D] _
Grain on the scaffold, [E] _ blood on the fire.
[A] I was land for the nation, [E] this land made me so cry, son I'm sorry, [D] but this memory's holding [C#m] me [F#m] now.
Grain on the scaffold, _ blood on the fire.
Grain on the scaffold, blood on the fire.
[D] _
Grain on the scaffold, [E] _ blood on the fire.
[D] I was land for the nation, [E] this land made me so cry, son I'm so [D] sorry, but this memory's holding [F#m] me now.
Grain on the scaffold, blood on the fire.
Grain on [E] the [F#m] scaffold, blood on the fire. _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ Let's get a go on the wood [E] cross, [F#m] [A] blackbird in the barn.
450 [E] acres, [A] we should be in my [E] farm.
[F#m] Grew up a lot with my daddy [E] then, [F#m] my grandpa played the slam.
[E] [A] When I was five I walked [E] the fence, [F#m] my grandpa [A] held my hand.
[D] Grain on the scaffold, [E] blood on the fire, [D] the slam for the nation.
[E] The slam made me do so cry, son I'm sorry, but [D] it's too late for you [F#m] now.
Grain on the scaffold, blood on the fire, grain on the scaffold, blood on the fire.
Crops grew [E] last summer, [A] when I left to stay alone.
[E] [F#m] Couldn't buy the seed you planted, spent the farmer's money to [E] close.
[F#m]
Called my old friend, [E] shut me up, [F#m] said I [A] was an awful lamb.
Said John, this is my [E] job, [F#m] I hope you understand.
[Em] [F#m] Hey Con, if you [E] drive a [F#m] horse, you don't make [A] it [E] right.
[F#m] You want me to, I'll [E] say [F#m] a prayer for the soul tonight.
[D]
Planted my arms on the [A] farm, poured [E] sweet revival in her hand.
[D] Some nights I hear a [A] shaker tick, [E] you can promise land.
You can take away a man's dignity, [D] can't hurt his feelings for [F#m] a child's heaven.
Blood on the [E] scaffold, [F#m] blood on the fire.
Blood on the scaffold, blood on the fire. _
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_ [A] _ _ [F#] _ _ [A] _ _ [F#m] _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ It's 97 crops, [C#m] planted in the courtyard yard.
[F#m] With 97 [A] families, put up 97 farms.
[F#m]
I think about [A] my grandpa, [C#m] my nieces and my [F#m] nieces.
The nights [A] feel like dying, like a giver of rain.
[D] _
Grain on the scaffold, [E] _ blood on the fire.
[A] I was land for the nation, [E] this land made me so cry, son I'm sorry, [D] but this memory's holding [C#m] me [F#m] now.
Grain on the scaffold, _ blood on the fire.
Grain on the scaffold, blood on the fire.
[D] _
Grain on the scaffold, [E] _ blood on the fire.
[D] I was land for the nation, [E] this land made me so cry, son I'm so [D] sorry, but this memory's holding [F#m] me now.
Grain on the scaffold, blood on the fire.
Grain on [E] the [F#m] scaffold, blood on the fire. _
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