Pink Floyd — Scarecrow

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   C               C
The black and green scarecrow, as ev'ryone knows,
            C          G
Stood with a bird on his hat and straw ev'rywhere.
  C
He didn't care.
  Gm          C      G
He stood in a field where barley grows.

   C           C
His head did no thinking, his arms didn't move,
               G
Except when the wind cut up rough
   C         C
and mice ran around on the ground.
  Gm          C      G
He stood in a field where barley grows.

   C               C
The black and green scarecrow is sadder than me__.
              C            G
But now he's resigned to his fate's, 'cause life's not unkind.
  C
He doesn't mind.
  Gm          C      G
He stood in a field where barley grows.