http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=joNzRzZhR2Y "Rain On The Scarecrow" by John Cougar Mellencamp updated June 12, 2013....the old song link from 2006 is no longer available. Linda Poole aka BEEBEE.
BY BEEBEE: John Cougar and I grew up a stone's throw from each other. I grew up in Madison, Indiana and he grew up about sixteen miles away in Seymour, Indiana. This is how it was for us grandchildren of farmers. This is what has been robbed from the heartland of America. First it was the farmers, now its the blue collar workers, the globalization is even causing white collared workers to be replaced, which should leave all of us asking what American dream will disappear next. After my Grandfather, Lawrence Grandville Means, passed away, I was sad because we could not save the farm. All the generations of Means farming gone with the call of an auctioneer. God Bless America.
Rain On The Scarecrow
John Cougar Mellencamp
Scarecrow on a wooden cross Blackbird in the barn
Four hundred empty acres that used to be my farm
I grew up like my daddy did My grandpa cleared this land
When I was five I walked the fence while grandpa held my hand
Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow
This land fed a nation This land made me proud
And Son I'm just sorry there's no legacy for you now
Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow
Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow
The crops we grew last summer weren't enough to pay the loans
Couldn't buy the seed to plant this spring and the Farmers Bank foreclosed
Called my old friend Schepman up to auction off the land
He said John it's just my job and I hope you understand
Hey calling it your job ol' hoss sure don't make it right
But if you want me to I'll say a prayer for your soul tonight
And grandma's on the front porch swing with a Bible in her hand
Sometimes I hear her singing "Take me to the Promised Land"
When you take away a man's dignity he can't work his fields and cows
There'll be blood on the scarecrow Blood on the plow
Blood on the scarecrow Blood on the plow
Well there's ninety-seven crosses planted in the courthouse yard
Ninety-seven families who lost ninety-seven farms
I think about my grandpa and my neighbors and my name
And some nights I feel like dyin' Like that scarecrow in the rain
Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow
This land fed a nation This land made me proud
And Son I'm just sorry they're just memories for you now
Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow
Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow
Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow
This land fed a nation This land made me proud
And Son I'm just sorry they're just memories for you now
Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow
Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow
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