The Legend of the Scarecrow

They say tall tales grow taller
As the years pass along
And this one is no exception
So I thought I'd put it in a song

This story takes place in the country
On a quaint farm near a field of corn
And there's a dreary lookin' scarecrow
Who leans there withered and torn

Strapped around the scarecrows neck
An old discarded banjo hangs
And when a southern breeze blows in
You can hear that old banjo clang

If the thunderclouds clash above
And lightnin' comes crashin' down
That ole scarecrow springs to life
And he can make that banjo sound

All of the animals watch in awe
A mystic fog floats through the air
Then the scarecrow softly mutters
"Come closer... if you dare"

Music's comin' from the cornfield
The scarecrow's puttin' on his show
And the animals come in herds
So they can hear that old banjo

His fingers burst into flames
As they blaze across the frets
Then he'll summon the rain to fall down
Until the straws of his body are wet

Smoke smolders from the old banjo
As the animals watch with delight
Then the storm clouds soon disappear
And return the starlit night

The scarecrow eagerly waits
For the next storm to come along
And when lightnin' strikes again
He'll play one more impromptu song

And the animals will watch in awe
Standin' in that field of corn
For they long to see the scarecrow
Who leans there withered and torn

Music's comin' from the cornfield
The scarecrow's puttin' on his show
And the animals come in herds
So they can hear that old banjo

His fingers burst into flames
As they blaze across the frets
Then he'll summon the rain to fall down
Until the straws of his body are wet

Smoke smolders from the old banjo
As the animals watch with delight
Then the storm clouds soon disappear
And return the starlit night

Then the storm clouds soon disappear
And return the starlit night