Poor scarecrow didn't know what he'd done
He scared the little bird, as he'd thought it'd be fun
But now she's here lying in the dirt
And so is he with a broken heart
He didn't know what he'd done
The blood sun sets on a bare cornfield
Colder than the stab of her sharp peck
Now drunk scarecrow holds the bird he killed
As he didn't know one touch would break her neck
Now poor scarecrow wanders through these lands
Inconsolable, empty whiskey bottle in hand
He dreams and wishes, though he knows it's bittersweet
To see her flying towards him, to eat the corn from around his feet
He didn't know what to do
The blood sun sets on a bare cornfield
Colder than the stab of her sharp peck
Now drunk scarecrow holds the bird he killed
As he didn't know one touch would break her neck
The scarecrows friends think about how the little bird was so brave
To play with the poor scarecrow who stands guard over her shallow grave
The blood sun sets on a bare cornfield
Colder than the stab of her sharp peck
Now drunk scarecrow holds the bird he killed
As he didn't know one touch would break her neck
Break her neck