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.