Chords for John Mellencamp - Rain On The Scarecrow (lyrics)

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[D] Rain on the scarecrow, [B] blood on the plow, [D] this land's been a nation, [E] this land made me proud.
Son, I'm just sorry [D] there's no legacy for you now.
[F#m] Rain on the scarecrow, blood on the plow, rain on the scarecrow, blood on the plow.
Crops that grew last summer weren't enough to pay the [E] loan.
[F#m] Goodbye to seed and plant, to spring and fall, to fade and walk. _
Called my old friend Shetland up to auction off the land.
He said, John, it's just [E] my job, [F#m] and I hope you understand.
They call it a hate your job, oh, hard shot, I don't think you're [E] right.
[F#m] If you want me [A] to, I'll say a prayer for you, sing tonight.
[D] I'm a wonderful person [B] with a Bible in my hand.
[D] Sometimes I hear a singer take [B] me to the promised land.
When you take away a man's dignity, [D] you can't work these fields of [F#m] power.
Blood on the scarecrow, blood on the plow, blood on the scarecrow, blood on the plow.
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[F#m] It's 97 [A] crosses [C#] planted in the coal [A]-dashed yard.
[F#m] The 97 [A] families lost 97 farms.
[F#m] I think about my [E] grandpa, my neighbors, and my name.
[F#m] It's a night to [A] feel like dying, [E] like a scared rolling rain.
[D] _ _ _ _ [B] _ Blood on the [D] plow, this land's been a nation, [E] this land made me proud.
My son, I'm just [D] sorry, but these memories won't be [F#m]
now.
Rain on the scarecrow, blood on the plow, rain on the scarecrow, [F#] blood on the plow.
[D] _ Rain on the [E] scarecrow, blood on the plow, [D] this land's been a nation, [E] this land made me so proud.
My son, I'm just sorry, [D] but these memories won't be [F#m] now.
Rain on the scarecrow, blood on the plow, rain on the scarecrow, blood on the plow.
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