D A C A G The black and green scarecrow, as ev'ryone knows, A Stood with a bird on his hat and D A D straw ev'rywhere. He didn't care. G Am G A He stood in a field where barley grows. His head did no thinking, his arms didn't move, Except when the wind cut up rough and mice ran around on the ground. He stood in a field where barley grows. The black and green scarecrow is sadder than me. But now he's resigned to his fate, 'cause life's not unkind. He doesn't mind. He stood in a field where barley grows. | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA Am C D G |