Scarecrow blues

1. The black-green scarecrow as everyone knows
Stood with a bird on his hat.
And straw everywhere he didn't care...
He stood in a field where
Barley, barley grows.

2. His head did no thinking, his arms didn't move
Exept when the wind cut up rough
And mice ran around on the ground,
He stood in a field where
Barley, barley grows.

3. The black-green scarecrow is sadder than me.
But now he's resigned to his fate.
'Cause life's not unkind he doesn't mind.
He stood in a field where
Barley, barley grows.