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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=80334" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Rain On A Scarecrow</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Scarecrow on a wooden cross Blackbird in the barn<br>Four hundred empty acres that used to be my farm<br>I grew up like my daddy did My grandpa cleared this land<br>When I was five I walked the fence while grandpa held my hand<br>Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow<br>This land fed a nation This land made me proud<br>And Son I'm just sorry there's no legacy for you now<br>Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow<br>Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow<br>The crops we grew last summer weren't enough to pay the loans<br>Couldn't buy the seed to plant this spring and the Farmers Bank foreclosed<br>Called my old friend Schepman up to auction off the land<br>He said John it's just my job and I hope you understand<br>Hey calling it your job ol' hoss sure don't make it right<br>But if you want me to I'll say a prayer for your soul tonight<br>And grandma's on the front porch swing with a Bible in her hand<br>Sometimes I hear her singing "Take me to the Promised Land"<br>When you take away a man's dignity he can't work his fields and cows<br>There'll be blood on the scarecrow Blood on the plow<br>Blood on the scarecrow Blood on the plow<br>Well there's ninety-seven crosses planted in the courthouse yard<br>Ninety-seven families who lost ninety-seven farms<br>I think about my grandpa and my neighbors and my name<br>And some nights I feel like dyin' Like that scarecrow in the rain<br>Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow<br>This land fed a nation This land made me proud<br>And Son I'm just sorry they're just memories for you now<br>Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow<br>Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow<br>Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow<br>This land fed a nation This land made me proud<br>And Son I'm just sorry they're just memories for you now<br>Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow<br>Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by John Mellencamp - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q>
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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
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