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 river

Well, the redhead 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 river

I know every single fence-post
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 turns 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