Tales From The Scarecrowman

I'm the scarecrowman, I'm swingin'

Swingin'-i'm the scarecrowman,

Swingin' swingin' from the hangin'

Tree-the clock-clock-clock

On the wall is ticking away

My time-the sentence is

Past, now I'm paying for my

Crimes-i reach out-out for the

Hands of time, but they're

Out of reach-i said I reach out-



Out for the setting sun but

It's out-gone out of my reach-

The dust in the wind is blowing its

Way back to horror hill-little girl's

Voodoo dolly sitting-on the windows sill-

The broken glass sparkles in the light-sign

On the door tells me no one home tonight-

Said I'm the scarecrowman wasting

Away and I'm swingin' swingin'-

On the hangin'

Tree~