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.