| D | A | C | A | G | |
| The | black and green | scarecrow, as | ev'ryone | know | s, |
| A | D | A | |
| Stood with a | bird on his hat and | straw ev'ry | where |
| D | |
| He | didn't care |
| G | Am | G | A | |
| He | stood in a | field where | barley | grows |
| D | A | C | A | G | |
| His | head did no | thinking, his | arms didn't | mov | e, |
| A | D | A | D | |
| Except when the | wind cut up rough and | mice ran a | round on the | ground |
| G | Am | G | A | |
| He | stood in a | field where | barley | grows |
| D | A | C | A | G | |
| The | black and green | scarecrow is | sadder than | me_ | _ |
| A | D | A | |
| But now he's re | signed to his fate's, 'cause | life's not un | kind |
| D | |
| He | doesn't mind |
| G | Am | G | A | |
| He | stood in a | field where | barley | grows |