Scarecrow In The Garden
Well, he came from Northern Ireland
Searchin' for the free man's ground
And he came to bet his fortune
On a West Virginia plow
He built a house of timber
And raised a redhead son
Then they worked the land together
And prayed the rain would come
There's a scarecrow in the garden
That looks like Lucifer
And I've been readin' Revelations
With my bare feet in the river
Well, the readhead son got older
And took a brown eyed wife
And the fields were green as dollars
'Cause the dirt was black as night
I came in late September
The youngest one of three
And my sisters off and married
So the land was left to me
There's a scarecrow in the garden
That looks like Lucifer
And I've been readin' Revelations
With my bare feet in the river
I know every single fence post
Every rock to go around
I've been starin' at the red oak
Where I know they'll lay me down
The fields ain't what they once were
The rains just seem to flood
And I've been thinkin' 'bout that river
Wonderin' how it turns to blood
I've been sittin' here all mornin'
I was sittin' here all night
There's a Bible in my left hand
And a pistol in my right
Searchin' for the free man's ground
And he came to bet his fortune
On a West Virginia plow
He built a house of timber
And raised a redhead son
Then they worked the land together
And prayed the rain would come
There's a scarecrow in the garden
That looks like Lucifer
And I've been readin' Revelations
With my bare feet in the river
Well, the readhead son got older
And took a brown eyed wife
And the fields were green as dollars
'Cause the dirt was black as night
I came in late September
The youngest one of three
And my sisters off and married
So the land was left to me
There's a scarecrow in the garden
That looks like Lucifer
And I've been readin' Revelations
With my bare feet in the river
I know every single fence post
Every rock to go around
I've been starin' at the red oak
Where I know they'll lay me down
The fields ain't what they once were
The rains just seem to flood
And I've been thinkin' 'bout that river
Wonderin' how it turns to blood
I've been sittin' here all mornin'
I was sittin' here all night
There's a Bible in my left hand
And a pistol in my right
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Writer(s): Brice Long, Christopher Alvin Stapleton, Matt Fleener
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