Scarecrow

												
   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
Except when the wind cut up rough
   D         A            D
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.