Bad Group of 3

Mystic Cowboys


Scarecrow

 

I was all juiced up

The sun was going down

I met up with a woman

Made up like a clown

She said take some of this and stare at the sun

There was black crows landing on my shoulders

And a monocle man with a cigarette holder

Writing down all the clever things I’d said and done

Then I woke up with a song in my head

Like a remnant left over from the Grateful Dead

Sometimes it’s hard to handle these fitful things

When the corn grows funny cause it’s too wet

They distill it down to mash and make you forget

That’s when the scarecrow sings

There’s memories of a man I used to be

But the funny house mirror’s staring back at me

Scarred skin hangs over my bones and heart

There’s a marked down look I’ve had for a while

Like a used up Chevy on a miracle mile

Got good tires but I’m missing parts

Then I woke up with a song in my head

Like a remnant left over from the Grateful Dead

Sometimes it’s hard to handle these fitful things

When the corn grows funny cause it’s too wet

They distill it down to mash it makes you forget

That’s when the scarecrow sings

So sister can you see my hand how it shakes

You're the doctor do what it takes

Put silver dollar glasses over my eyes

When the clock heads home give me a kiss

Hold my hand and lead me out of this

When the winners lose it’s really no surprise

Then I woke up with a song in my head

Like a remnant left over from the Grateful Dead

Sometimes it’s hard to handle these fitful things

When the corn grows funny cause it’s too wet

They distill it down to mash and make you forget

That’s when the scarecrow sings