D A C A G
The black and green scarecrow, as evʼryone knows,
A D A
Stood with a bird on his hat and straw evʼrywhere.
D
He didnʼt care.
G Am G A
He stood in a field where barley grows.
D A C A G
His head did no thinking, his arms didnʼt move,
A D A D
Except when the wind cut up rough and mice ran around on the ground.
G Am G A
He stood in a field where barley grows.
D A C A G
The black and green scarecrow is sadder than me.
A D A
But now heʼs resigned to his fateʼs, ʼcause lifeʼs not unkind.
D
He doesnʼt mind.
G Am G A
He stood in a field where barley grows.
