Birdcages and Bad Rivers

Mystic Cowboys

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I Was a Scarecrow

I was a scarecrow when I had no words

I made friends with the crows

A friendly scarecrow hears the song of the birds

And knows how the melody goes

It takes me to places that I only feel

Like a woman’s hair tickling my face

Now you see why I sleep on the job

And the crows fly all over this place

They go in the barn and they sleep in the hay

And they fly with that lazy old Grace

Now you see why I sleep on the job

And the crows fly all over this place

I was a scarecrow so I had no words

I made friends with the crows

I was a scarecrow so I had no words

I made friends with the crows