Ninety four degrees, as far as the eye can see
Corn is blowin in the wind
Seven days a week, out here in this heat
A gentle rain my only friend
Sometimes when the sun goes down, the moon is full the stars come out
I look out across this land
I'm proud of what I do, but I bet I'm a lot like you
I wanna be more than who I am.
One of these days, I'm gonna run
I'm gonna leave these fields behind to find what's over the horizon
One of these days, I'm gonna go
When you look at me, you're not gonna see
A scarecrow
Its a simple life I lead, not much out here to bother me
Just an occasional stubborn crow
I should be satisfied, or so it seems, but I've got lots of time to dream
About all I'm gonna do when I climb down off this pole
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Chorus
Just a scarecrow.
Just a scarecrow.
Just a scarecrow.