Pink Floyd - The Scarecrow (Barrett)
The [D]black and green [A]scarecrow, as [C]ev'ryone [A]know[G]s,
Stood with a [A]bird on his hat and [D]straw ev'ry[A]where.
He [D]didn't care.
He [G]stood in a [Am]field where [G]barley [A]grows.
His [D]head did no [A]thinking, his [C]arms didn't [A]mov[G]e,
Except when the [A]wind cut up rough and [D]mice ran a[A]round on the [D]ground.
He [G]stood in a [Am]field where [G]barley [A]grows.
The [D]black and green [A]scarecrow is [C]sadder than [A]me_[G]_.
But now he's re[A]signed to his fate's, 'cause [D]life's not un[A]kind.
He [D]doesn't mind.
He [G]stood in a [Am]field where [G]barley [A]grows.
The [D]black and green [A]scarecrow, as [C]ev'ryone [A]know[G]s,
Stood with a [A]bird on his hat and [D]straw ev'ry[A]where.
He [D]didn't care.
He [G]stood in a [Am]field where [G]barley [A]grows.
His [D]head did no [A]thinking, his [C]arms didn't [A]mov[G]e,
Except when the [A]wind cut up rough and [D]mice ran a[A]round on the [D]ground.
He [G]stood in a [Am]field where [G]barley [A]grows.
The [D]black and green [A]scarecrow is [C]sadder than [A]me_[G]_.
But now he's re[A]signed to his fate's, 'cause [D]life's not un[A]kind.
He [D]doesn't mind.
He [G]stood in a [Am]field where [G]barley [A]grows.
