(Matt Hendrix, Doug Powell)
Ninety-four degrees as far as the eye can see
Corn is blowing 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抦 proud of what I do
But I bet I抦 a lot like you
I wanna be more than who I am
One of these days
I抦 gonna run
I抦 gonna leave these fields behind to find what抯 over the horizon
One of these days
I抦 gonna go
When you look at me you aren抰 gonna see a scarecrow
It抯 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 got lots of time to dream
About all I抦 gonna do when I climb down off this pole
One of these days
I抦 gonna run
I抦 gonna leave these fields behind to find what抯 over the horizon
One of these days
I抦 gonna go
When you look at me you aren抰 gonna see a scarecrow
One of these days
I抦 gonna run
I抦 gonna leave these fields behind to find what抯 over the horizon
One of these days
I抦 gonna go
When you look at me you aren抰 gonna see a scarecrow
Just a scarecrow
Just a scarecrow