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"Scarecrow" - John Tams(with Home Service) - Alright Jack - 1986
Transcribed by wranglingoutlaw
A E
I see the barley moving
F#m E
As the mowers find Their pace
A E
I see the line advancing
D E
With a steady timeless grace
A E
And there's passion in Their eyes
F#m G D
And there's honour in Their face
F#m G D
As They scythe down the castles and the courts
G D
Blame it on the Fathers,
F#m E
Blame it on the Sons
G D A
Blame it on the poppies and the pain
G D
Blame it on the Generals,
F#m E
Blame it on Their guns
G D E
Blame it on the scarecrow in the rain
A E
I smell the smoke of stubble
F#m E
When the harvest is brought down
A E
I see the fire a-burning
D E
As it purges all around
A E
And the field is turned to ashes
F#m G D
And the only living sound
F#m G D
Are the skylarks as they try to reach the sun
G D
Blame it on the Fathers,
F#m E
Blame it on the Sons
G D A
Blame it on the poppies and the pain
G D
Blame it on the Generals,
F#m E
Blame it on Their guns
G D E
Blame it on the scarecrow in the rain
A E
I see the barbed wire growing
F#m E
Like a bramble on the land
A E
I see a farm turned to a fortress
D E
And a future turn to sand
A E
I see a meadow turn to mud
F#m G D
And from it grows a hand
F#m G D
Like a scarecrow that is fallen in the rain
G D
Blame it on the Fathers,
F#m E
Blame it on the Sons
G D A
Blame it on the poppies and the pain
G D
Blame it on the Generals,
F#m E
Blame it on Their guns
G D E
Blame it on the scarecrow in the rain
G D
Blame it on the Fathers,
F#m E
Blame it on the Sons
G D A
Blame it on the poppies and the pain
G D
Blame it on the Generals,
F#m E
Blame it on Their guns
G D E
Blame it on the scarecrow in the rain
| G D | F#m E | G D | A A |
| G D | F#m E | G D | E E |
| G D | F#m E | G D | A A |
| G D | F#m E | G D | E E |
G D
Blame it on the Fathers,
F#m E
Blame it on the Sons
G D A
Blame it on the poppies and the pain
G D
Blame it on the Generals,
F#m E
Blame it on Their guns
G D E
Blame it on the scarecrow in the rain
G D
Blame it on the scarecrows..
..'n' rows..'n' rows..'n' rows
Transcribed by wranglingoutlaw
A E
I see the barley moving
F#m E
As the mowers find Their pace
A E
I see the line advancing
D E
With a steady timeless grace
A E
And there's passion in Their eyes
F#m G D
And there's honour in Their face
F#m G D
As They scythe down the castles and the courts
G D
Blame it on the Fathers,
F#m E
Blame it on the Sons
G D A
Blame it on the poppies and the pain
G D
Blame it on the Generals,
F#m E
Blame it on Their guns
G D E
Blame it on the scarecrow in the rain
A E
I smell the smoke of stubble
F#m E
When the harvest is brought down
A E
I see the fire a-burning
D E
As it purges all around
A E
And the field is turned to ashes
F#m G D
And the only living sound
F#m G D
Are the skylarks as they try to reach the sun
G D
Blame it on the Fathers,
F#m E
Blame it on the Sons
G D A
Blame it on the poppies and the pain
G D
Blame it on the Generals,
F#m E
Blame it on Their guns
G D E
Blame it on the scarecrow in the rain
A E
I see the barbed wire growing
F#m E
Like a bramble on the land
A E
I see a farm turned to a fortress
D E
And a future turn to sand
A E
I see a meadow turn to mud
F#m G D
And from it grows a hand
F#m G D
Like a scarecrow that is fallen in the rain
G D
Blame it on the Fathers,
F#m E
Blame it on the Sons
G D A
Blame it on the poppies and the pain
G D
Blame it on the Generals,
F#m E
Blame it on Their guns
G D E
Blame it on the scarecrow in the rain
G D
Blame it on the Fathers,
F#m E
Blame it on the Sons
G D A
Blame it on the poppies and the pain
G D
Blame it on the Generals,
F#m E
Blame it on Their guns
G D E
Blame it on the scarecrow in the rain
| G D | F#m E | G D | A A |
| G D | F#m E | G D | E E |
| G D | F#m E | G D | A A |
| G D | F#m E | G D | E E |
G D
Blame it on the Fathers,
F#m E
Blame it on the Sons
G D A
Blame it on the poppies and the pain
G D
Blame it on the Generals,
F#m E
Blame it on Their guns
G D E
Blame it on the scarecrow in the rain
G D
Blame it on the scarecrows..
..'n' rows..'n' rows..'n' rows
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