D A C A G
The black and green scarecrow, as ev’ryone knows,
A D A
Stood with a bird on his hat and straw ev’rywhere.
D
He didn’t 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 didn’t 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 he’s resigned to his fate’s, ’cause life’s not unkind.
D
He doesn’t mind.
G Am G A
He stood in a field where barley grows.
