Song Lyric Sunday 4/16/17 – Rain on the Scarecrow

So a song about rain or a song with the word “rain” in the title. That is our challenge for this week’s edition of Song Lyric Sunday. OK, no problem, one of my favorite songs has that very word in the title so this one was totally easy.

I’ve been a John Mellencamp (aka John Cougar) fan for a long time. His songs always seem so deep and to tell a story (even such seemingly light-hearted songs such as “Hurts So Good”). This one is one of his darker songs though, but very powerful all the same.

Here then is the song “Rain on the Scarecrow” (written by John Mellencamp and George M. Green, released 1985):

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 so 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
Source: http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/johncougarmellencamp/rainonthescarecrow.html

Anyway, this song speaks to me in a roundabout way because most days “I feel like dying like the scarecrow in the rain.” Though I’ve never been a farmer and have no desire to ever be, having no legacy is what it feels like to be shut out of your dream job, which I am. Hence why the song is so powerful to me.

Anyway, sorry for the little “woe is me” bit at the end, but I just had to get it out of my system. Anyway, hope you enjoyed. As always, it’s been fun!

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7 thoughts on “Song Lyric Sunday 4/16/17 – Rain on the Scarecrow

  1. What I’ve heard of John Mellencamp, I’ve loved, but I hadn’t heard this one before. While it’s dark, it’s beautifully told. Thanks so much for sharing it with us. We’re also here for the “woe is me” bits, so know that I’m sending light and love your way. 🙂

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  2. That’s good! – quite a dark song – but it suits the subject matter, and I’m glad you feel it speaks to you, we all need those songs that capture our negative feelings xx

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  3. I love John Cougar Mellencamp (who will always have the “Cougar” part, for me lol). He’s awesome!! “Rain on the Scarecrow” is an excellent pick! Nice 😎🐉💜

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