Scarecrow Lyrics

Scarecrow - Lyrics

Scarecrow (Waits 1977)
Buzzards drive a crooked sky Make a junkie’s promise in a courier’s eye And a bankrupt corduroy wad on the thigh A strangled acre by a thirsty stream A crucified body, just a three day stubble On the chin of a nightmare stampede And tomorrow’ll be hirin’ a two dollar gun And I tell you that someone’s gonna pay Cause when the weathervane’s sleeping And the moon turns its back And crawl on the belly on the railroad tracks And keep well hidden till the porchlight’s dim And pump sixteen shells in the belly of a scarecrow And blame it all on him
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Scarecrow
(Waits 1977)

Buzzards drive a crooked sky
Make a junkie’s promise in a courier’s eye
And a bankrupt corduroy wad on the thigh
A strangled acre by a thirsty stream
A crucified body, just a three day stubble
On the chin of a nightmare stampede
And tomorrow’ll be hirin’ a two dollar gun
And I tell you that someone’s gonna pay
Cause when the weathervane’s sleeping
And the moon turns its back
And crawl on the belly on the railroad tracks
And keep well hidden till the porchlight’s dim
And pump sixteen shells in the belly of a scarecrow
And blame it all on him

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