When paradise is no longer fit for you to live in And your adolescent dreams are gone Through the days you feel a little used up And you don't know where
Was a dark stormy night As the train rattled on All the passengers had gone to bed Except a young man with a baby in his arms Who sat there with a bowed
He was born on the fourth day of July So his parents called him Independence Day He married a girl named Justice who gave birth To a son called Nation
She calls me up and says baby it's a lonely ol' night I don't know I'm just so scared and lonely all at the same time Nobody told us it was gonna work
On a Greyhound thirty miles beyond Jamestown He saw the sun set on the Tennessee line He looked at the young man who was riding beside him He said I'
m just sorry they're just memories for you now Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow Rain on the scarecrow
All the leaves are green All my friends are gone I'm livin' in my hometown I can barely get along I feel sorry for myself That's an easy thing to do
They come from the cities And they come from the smaller towns Beat up cars with guitars and drummers Goin crack boom bam [Chorus:] R.O.C.K. in the
Well I was born in a small town And I live in a small town Prob'ly die in a small town Oh, those small communities All my friends are so small town
As I run through this life Sometimes it breaks my heart Seein' old people goin' downtown Stumblin' their way through the dark And the little babies cry
Well I don't like it when I see your eyes dartin' Back and forth across the room And I don't like it when I see you doin' dances Baby that I ain't used
I've seen the Rolling Stones Forgot about Johnny Rotten Saw the Who back in '69 Saw Bobby Seal Talkin' to the Panthers Sayin' just what he had on his
just sorry, they're just memories for you now Rain on the scarecrow, blood on the plow Rain on the scarecrow, blood on the plow Rain on the scarecrow
(John Mellencamp/George M. Green) Scarecrow on a wooden cross, blackbird in the barn Four hundred empty acres that used to be my farm I grew up like my
Traduzione: John Cougar Mellencamp. Rain On The Scarecrow.
