The Scarecrow

Lyrics

Mama was a haystack Daddy was a burlap sack Crows on my back While I'm lookin' up o'er the grain! Crucified straw man Ever since I began God's master plan Never specified a brain! And I know That it's my mission But with all The time I've got Lord I'm findin' Myself wishin I could spend It deep in thought Mama was a haystack Daddy was a burlap sack God take me back 'Cause there's nothing In my head, 'cept for stuffin' And I don't know what to think About that