Lonely Scarecrow Blues

[harmonica intro] "Scarecrow Blues" 🎃🦅 [sad Verse] I’m just a lonely scarecrow, standin’ in the field, With a pumpkin for a head and straw that just won’t yield. I wave my arms, I puff my chest, woo-woo, I try to call, But every time I holler, they don’t come at all! [Chorus] [whole band] Oh, the crows, they scatter, the sparrows take flight, I’m stuck here all alone, day and night. I don’t wanna scare ‘em, I just wanna play, But every little birdie keeps flappin' away! Woo-woo! Come back, don’t fly! I’m just a scarecrow, a friendly guy! 🎃 [melancholic solo] [melancholic Verse] Yesterday, a raven flew close by my face, I smiled real wide, gave him lots of space. I said, "Hey, buddy, wanna sit for a while?" But the second I spoke, he took off with style! Flap-flap-flap, there he goes, Leavin’ me stuck with my straw and woes. 😔 [Chorus] [whole band] Oh, the crows, they scatter, the sparrows take flight, I’m stuck here all alone, day and night. I don’t wanna scare ‘em, I just wanna play, But every little birdie keeps flappin' away! Woo-woo! Come back, don’t fly! I’m just a scarecrow, a friendly guy! [sad solo] [uplifting Bridge] One day, I thought I’d try to make a nest, Maybe if I built one, they’d come and rest. I piled some twigs, a lil’ bit of hay, But a gust of wind blew it all away! Whoosh! There it went, like a bird on the breeze, And me? I was left here... just swayin' in the trees. 🌬️ [happy Verse] Then, one quiet night, under the moon's glow, I heard a flutter, real soft and slow. A tiny bird landed right on my arm, I stayed real still, didn’t mean no harm! She chirped a tune, so soft and sweet, And for once, I didn’t feel incomplete. 💫 [Chorus - Twist] [whole band] Now the crows don’t scatter, the sparrows stay near, From ol' Scarecrow, they learned, they've got nothin' to fear. Now I have friends that don't fly away. They love me, there are more every day, Woo-woo! Come all here, don’t fly! I’m a scarecrow, a happy guy! [depressed verse] More and more birdies join the show the number of my friends will grow and grow. [minor] [in agony] But they ate all the crops, there's not a single trace. They pull out my straw and feast on my face. Woo-woo! Look at me now, I’m just a shitty scarecrow with friends somehow! [indifferent harmonica solo] [depressed solo] [sad solo] [whining solo] [lunatic solo] [crazy solo] [Outro] I had been so lonely, but those days are past. Guess I haven't been too good at fulfilling my task. So now here I stand, with my pumpkin grin. In a swarm of birds with birdpoo all over my skin.