Scarecrow In The Garden - Chris Stapleton

Well he came from Northern Ireland

Searching for the free man’s ground

And he came to bet his fortune

On a West Virginia plow

He built a house of timber

And raised a redhead son

Then they worked the land together

And prayed the rain would come

There’s a scarecrow in the garden

That looks like Lucifer

And I’ve been reading Revelations

With my bare feet in the dirt

Well the redhead’s son got older

And took a brown eyed wife

And the fields were green as dollars

Cause the dirt was black as night

I came in late September

The youngest one of three

And my sisters off and married

So the land was left to me

There’s a scarecrow in the garden

That looks like Lucifer

And I’ve been reading Revelations

With my bare feet in the dirt

I know every single fencepost

Every rock that goes around

I’ve been staring at the red oak

Where I know they’ll lay me down

The fields ain’t what they once were

The rains just seem to flood

And I’ve been thinking about that river

Wondering how it turned to blood

I’ve been sitting here all morning

I was sitting here all night

There’s a bible in my left hand

And a pistol in my right