Chords for Rain on The Scarecrow - JAMES BLUNDELL (Feat. THE WOLFE BROTHERS) [OFFICIAL VIDEO]
Tempo:
52 bpm
Chords used:
D
E
F#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Scarecrow on a wooden cross, blackbird in the barn, 400 empty acres that used to be my farm.
like my daddy did, my grandpa cleared this land.
[E] scarecrow, blood on the [D] plow, this land fed a nation, [E] this land made me proud.
no legacy for [F#m] you now.
blood on the plow.
Crops grew last summer, weren't enough to pay the loans.
Called my old friend Shetman up to auction off the land.
it your job old horse, sure I'll make it right.
like my daddy did, my grandpa cleared this land.
[E] scarecrow, blood on the [D] plow, this land fed a nation, [E] this land made me proud.
no legacy for [F#m] you now.
blood on the plow.
Crops grew last summer, weren't enough to pay the loans.
Called my old friend Shetman up to auction off the land.
it your job old horse, sure I'll make it right.
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F#m
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Scarecrow on a wooden cross, blackbird in the barn, 400 empty acres that used to be my farm.
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 [E] scarecrow, blood on the [D] plow, this land fed a nation, [E] this land made me proud.
[D] And son I'm just sorry there's no legacy for [F#m] you now.
Rain on the scarecrow, blood on the plow, rain on the scarecrow, blood on the plow. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Crops grew last summer, weren't enough to pay the loans.
Couldn't buy the seed to plant this spring and the farmer's bank were closed.
Called my old friend Shetman up to auction off the land.
He said John it's just my job and I hope you understand.
Ain't calling it your job old horse, sure I'll make it right.
If you want me to I'll say a prayer for your soul tonight.
And grandma's on the [E] front porch swaying a Bible in her hand.
[D] Sometimes I hear her singing [E] take me to the promised land.
[D] When you take away a man's dignity you can't work his fields [F#m] and cows.
Rain on the scarecrow, blood on the plow, there'll be blood on the scarecrow, blood on the plow. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ There's 97 crosses planted in the courthouse yard.
That's 97 families lost, 97 farms.
I think about my grandpa, my neighbours and my name.
Some nights I feel like dying like that scarecrow in the rain.
[D] Rain on the scarecrow, blood on the plow, this land fed a nation.
[E] This land made me proud, [D] so I'm just sorry that they're just memories [F#m] 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.
Rain on the scarecrow, blood on the plow.
Rain on the scarecrow, blood on the plow.
Rain on the scarecrow, blood on the plow. _
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Scarecrow on a wooden cross, blackbird in the barn, 400 empty acres that used to be my farm.
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 [E] scarecrow, blood on the [D] plow, this land fed a nation, [E] this land made me proud.
[D] And son I'm just sorry there's no legacy for [F#m] you now.
Rain on the scarecrow, blood on the plow, rain on the scarecrow, blood on the plow. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Crops grew last summer, weren't enough to pay the loans.
Couldn't buy the seed to plant this spring and the farmer's bank were closed.
Called my old friend Shetman up to auction off the land.
He said John it's just my job and I hope you understand.
Ain't calling it your job old horse, sure I'll make it right.
If you want me to I'll say a prayer for your soul tonight.
And grandma's on the [E] front porch swaying a Bible in her hand.
[D] Sometimes I hear her singing [E] take me to the promised land.
[D] When you take away a man's dignity you can't work his fields [F#m] and cows.
Rain on the scarecrow, blood on the plow, there'll be blood on the scarecrow, blood on the plow. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ There's 97 crosses planted in the courthouse yard.
That's 97 families lost, 97 farms.
I think about my grandpa, my neighbours and my name.
Some nights I feel like dying like that scarecrow in the rain.
[D] Rain on the scarecrow, blood on the plow, this land fed a nation.
[E] This land made me proud, [D] so I'm just sorry that they're just memories [F#m] 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.
Rain on the scarecrow, blood on the plow.
Rain on the scarecrow, blood on the plow.
Rain on the scarecrow, blood on the plow. _
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