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