C# G# B 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# G#m F# G#
He stood in a field where barley grows.
C# G# B 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# G#m F# G#
He stood in a field where barley grows.
C# G# B 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# G#m F# G#
He stood in a field where barley grows.
