Chords for John Mellencamp - Rain On The Scarecrow (Live at Farm Aid 1985)
Tempo:
123.1 bpm
Chords used:
F#m
A
D
E
F#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F#]
[E] [F#m]
Yeah!
[C#m] [F#m]
I grew [A] up on a wood cross, blackbird on the farm.
400 or so acres, [F#m]
used to be my farm.
Grew up like my daddy did, my grandpa helped us land.
When I was [A] five I walked the fence, my grandpa helped mine.
[D] Rain on the [E] scarecrow, blood on the plow, [D] this land fed a nation.
[E]
This land made me proud.
Son, I'm just sorry [D] this memory's for you.
[F#m] Rain on the scarecrow, blood on the plow.
Rain on the scarecrow, blood on the plow.
I was doing my last [E] summer, [F#m] not enough to pay the loan.
I just [A] wanted to plant [F#m] this tree in the farmer's thankful club.
I called my [A] old friend, shut me up, got auctioned off the land.
I said, John, this is my [Em] job, [F#m] and I hope you understand.
Hey, calling it your job, old heart, so don't [A] make it rain.
If you want me to, [E] say a [A] prayer before you say a sin.
Grandma's on the front porch singing with [E] the Bible in her hand.
[A] Sometimes I hear her singing, [E] take me to the front and sing.
Take me up in the city, [D] and we'll give you some time [F#m] to die.
Blood on the scarecrow, blood on the plow.
Blood on the scarecrow, blood on the plow.
[F#]
[F#m] [D] [A]
[D] [A]
[D] [A]
[F#]
[D]
[F#m]
[C#]
[F#m]
[A]
[F#m] There's 97 [A] crosses planted in the courthouse yard.
[F#m] The 97 families who lost 97 farms.
I think about [A] my grandpa, my neighbors, and my name.
[F#m] I feel [A] like I'm, [F#m] like a scarecrow in the rain.
[D] [E]
Blood on the plow, [D] blood on the land, for the nation.
[E]
This land may be black, but somehow it's a sorry [D] place.
The memory is more now.
[F#m] Blame on the scarecrow, blood on the plow.
Blame on the scarecrow, blood on the plow.
[D] Blame on the [E] scarecrow, blood [D] on the plow.
This land for the nation.
[E]
Somehow it's a sorry.
[D]
The memory is more now.
[F#m] Blame on the scarecrow, blood on the plow.
Blame on the scarecrow, blood on the plow.
Oooooh, yeah!
Alright!
[F#] [A] [F#]
[F#m]
[E] [F#m]
Yeah!
[C#m] [F#m]
I grew [A] up on a wood cross, blackbird on the farm.
400 or so acres, [F#m]
used to be my farm.
Grew up like my daddy did, my grandpa helped us land.
When I was [A] five I walked the fence, my grandpa helped mine.
[D] Rain on the [E] scarecrow, blood on the plow, [D] this land fed a nation.
[E]
This land made me proud.
Son, I'm just sorry [D] this memory's for you.
[F#m] Rain on the scarecrow, blood on the plow.
Rain on the scarecrow, blood on the plow.
I was doing my last [E] summer, [F#m] not enough to pay the loan.
I just [A] wanted to plant [F#m] this tree in the farmer's thankful club.
I called my [A] old friend, shut me up, got auctioned off the land.
I said, John, this is my [Em] job, [F#m] and I hope you understand.
Hey, calling it your job, old heart, so don't [A] make it rain.
If you want me to, [E] say a [A] prayer before you say a sin.
Grandma's on the front porch singing with [E] the Bible in her hand.
[A] Sometimes I hear her singing, [E] take me to the front and sing.
Take me up in the city, [D] and we'll give you some time [F#m] to die.
Blood on the scarecrow, blood on the plow.
Blood on the scarecrow, blood on the plow.
[F#]
[F#m] [D] [A]
[D] [A]
[D] [A]
[F#]
[D]
[F#m]
[C#]
[F#m]
[A]
[F#m] There's 97 [A] crosses planted in the courthouse yard.
[F#m] The 97 families who lost 97 farms.
I think about [A] my grandpa, my neighbors, and my name.
[F#m] I feel [A] like I'm, [F#m] like a scarecrow in the rain.
[D] [E]
Blood on the plow, [D] blood on the land, for the nation.
[E]
This land may be black, but somehow it's a sorry [D] place.
The memory is more now.
[F#m] Blame on the scarecrow, blood on the plow.
Blame on the scarecrow, blood on the plow.
[D] Blame on the [E] scarecrow, blood [D] on the plow.
This land for the nation.
[E]
Somehow it's a sorry.
[D]
The memory is more now.
[F#m] Blame on the scarecrow, blood on the plow.
Blame on the scarecrow, blood on the plow.
Oooooh, yeah!
Alright!
[F#] [A] [F#]
[F#m]
Key:
F#m
A
D
E
F#
F#m
A
D
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Yeah! _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C#m] _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ I grew [A] up on a wood cross, blackbird on the farm.
_ 400 or so acres, [F#m]
used to be my farm.
Grew up like my daddy did, my grandpa helped us land.
When I was [A] five I walked the fence, my grandpa helped mine.
_ [D] Rain on the [E] scarecrow, blood on the plow, [D] this land fed a nation.
[E]
This land made me proud.
Son, I'm just sorry [D] this memory's for you.
_ [F#m] _ Rain on the scarecrow, blood on the plow.
Rain on the scarecrow, blood on the plow.
I was doing my last [E] summer, [F#m] not enough to pay the loan.
I just [A] wanted to plant [F#m] this tree in the farmer's thankful club.
I called my [A] old friend, shut me up, got auctioned off the land.
I said, John, this is my [Em] job, [F#m] and I hope you understand.
Hey, calling it your job, old heart, so don't [A] make it rain.
If you want me to, [E] say a [A] prayer before you say a sin.
_ Grandma's on the front porch singing with [E] the Bible in her hand.
[A] Sometimes I hear her singing, [E] take me to the front and sing.
Take me up in the city, [D] and we'll give you some time [F#m] to die.
Blood on the scarecrow, blood on the plow.
_ Blood on the scarecrow, blood on the plow.
_ _ _ _ [F#] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#m] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _
_ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ [F#m] There's 97 [A] crosses planted in the courthouse yard.
[F#m] The 97 families who lost 97 farms.
I think about [A] my grandpa, my neighbors, and my name.
[F#m] I feel [A] like I'm, [F#m] like a scarecrow in the rain.
[D] _ _ _ _ [E]
Blood on the plow, [D] blood on the land, for the nation.
[E]
This land may be black, but somehow it's a sorry [D] place.
The memory is more now.
[F#m] Blame on the scarecrow, blood on the plow.
Blame on the scarecrow, blood on the plow.
[D] Blame on the [E] scarecrow, blood [D] on the plow.
This land for the nation.
[E] _
_ _ _ Somehow it's a sorry.
[D]
The memory is more now.
[F#m] Blame on the scarecrow, blood on the plow.
Blame on the scarecrow, blood on the plow. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Oooooh, yeah! _ _
Alright! _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ [A] _ [F#] _ _
_ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Yeah! _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C#m] _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ I grew [A] up on a wood cross, blackbird on the farm.
_ 400 or so acres, [F#m]
used to be my farm.
Grew up like my daddy did, my grandpa helped us land.
When I was [A] five I walked the fence, my grandpa helped mine.
_ [D] Rain on the [E] scarecrow, blood on the plow, [D] this land fed a nation.
[E]
This land made me proud.
Son, I'm just sorry [D] this memory's for you.
_ [F#m] _ Rain on the scarecrow, blood on the plow.
Rain on the scarecrow, blood on the plow.
I was doing my last [E] summer, [F#m] not enough to pay the loan.
I just [A] wanted to plant [F#m] this tree in the farmer's thankful club.
I called my [A] old friend, shut me up, got auctioned off the land.
I said, John, this is my [Em] job, [F#m] and I hope you understand.
Hey, calling it your job, old heart, so don't [A] make it rain.
If you want me to, [E] say a [A] prayer before you say a sin.
_ Grandma's on the front porch singing with [E] the Bible in her hand.
[A] Sometimes I hear her singing, [E] take me to the front and sing.
Take me up in the city, [D] and we'll give you some time [F#m] to die.
Blood on the scarecrow, blood on the plow.
_ Blood on the scarecrow, blood on the plow.
_ _ _ _ [F#] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#m] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _
_ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ [F#m] There's 97 [A] crosses planted in the courthouse yard.
[F#m] The 97 families who lost 97 farms.
I think about [A] my grandpa, my neighbors, and my name.
[F#m] I feel [A] like I'm, [F#m] like a scarecrow in the rain.
[D] _ _ _ _ [E]
Blood on the plow, [D] blood on the land, for the nation.
[E]
This land may be black, but somehow it's a sorry [D] place.
The memory is more now.
[F#m] Blame on the scarecrow, blood on the plow.
Blame on the scarecrow, blood on the plow.
[D] Blame on the [E] scarecrow, blood [D] on the plow.
This land for the nation.
[E] _
_ _ _ Somehow it's a sorry.
[D]
The memory is more now.
[F#m] Blame on the scarecrow, blood on the plow.
Blame on the scarecrow, blood on the plow. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Oooooh, yeah! _ _
Alright! _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ [A] _ [F#] _ _
_ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _
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