Pink Floyd - Scarecrowadd

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

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

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The black and green scarecrow is sadder than me
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But now he's resigned to his fate's, 'cause life's not unkind
   A
He doesn't mind
   D          Em          D      E
He stood in a field where barley grows