Straw Man from ϕ by Mike Vitale

STRAW MAN
words and music by Michael Patrick Vitale

This here scarecrow became your straw man
You dress me up and put me working in the fields
Old crows hanging 'round straw man
Eating them seeds before they ever bare yield

I was just a hollow set of clothes
Laying useless across the floor
Someone else had worked hard in me for years
Now I lay there dirty from a day of chores

This here scarecrow became your straw man
You dress me up and put me working in the fields
Old crows hanging 'round straw man
Eating them seeds before they ever bare yield

There was a time I felt brand new
Worn proudly on body lay
Now these torn and worn threads seem like old shoe
Good for nothing but to scare the birds away

This here scarecrow became your straw man
You dress me up and put me working in the fields
Old crows hanging 'round straw man
Eating them seeds before they ever bare yield

I ain't got a word in wise to say
Farmer's got me tied and beat
Onlookers see me hanging right there
Whispering gossip 'bout me from the street

They say "Don't gotta leg to stand on
Ain't got no foot in the door
That boy's quite the strange phenomenon
For all the crows to ignore"

This here scarecrow became your straw man
You dress me up and put me working in the fields
Old crows hanging 'round straw man
Eating them seeds before they ever bare yield

This here scarecrow became your straw man
You dress me up and put me working in the fields
Old crows hanging 'round straw man
Eating them seeds before they ever bare yield
Eating them seeds before they ever bare yield
Eating them seeds before they ever bare yield

• Acoustic
• Americana
• Country
• Rock
• Singer-songwriter
• country
• folk
• folk pop
• folk rock
• indie folk
• rock
• singer-songwriter
• Los Angeles