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