MONTGOMERY GENTRY - Scarecrow
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'm proud of what I do but I bet I'm a lot like you
I want to be more than who I am
One of these days I'm gonna run
I'm gonna leave these fields behind to find what's over the horizon