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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chris Stapleton
Chris Stapleton
Vocals
Dave Cobb
Dave Cobb
Acoustic Guitar
Derek Mixon
Derek Mixon
Drums
J.T. Cure
J.T. Cure
Bass
Morgane Stapleton
Morgane Stapleton
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Stapleton
Chris Stapleton
Songwriter
Brice Long
Brice Long
Songwriter
Matt Fleener
Matt Fleener
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Stapleton
Chris Stapleton
Producer
Gena Johnson
Gena Johnson
Assistant Recording Engineer
Dave Cobb
Dave Cobb
Producer
Vance Powell
Vance Powell
Mixing Engineer
Pete Lyman
Pete Lyman
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Well, they came from Northern Ireland
Searchin' for the free man's ground
And he came to bet his fortune
On a West Virginia plow
He built a house of timber
And raised a redhead son
Then they worked the land together
And prayed the rain would come
[Chorus]
There's a scarecrow in the garden
It looks like Lucifer
I've been readin' Revelations
Put my bare feet in the dirt
[Verse 2]
Well, the redhead son got older
And took a brown-eyed wife
And the fields were green as dollars
'Cause the dirt was black as night
I came in late September
The youngest one of three
And my sister’s off and married
So the land was left to me
[Chorus]
There's a scarecrow in the garden
It looks like Lucifer
I've been readin' Revelations
Put my bare feet in the dirt
[Verse 3]
I know every single fence post
Every ride to go around
I've been starin' at the red oak
Where I know, then layed it down
The fields ain’t what they once were
The rains just seem to flood
And I've been thinkin' 'bout that river
Wonderin' how it turns to blood
[Outro]
I’ve been sittin' here all morning
I was sittin' here all night
There's a Bible in my left hand
And a pistol in my right
Written by: Brice Long, Chris Stapleton, Matt Fleener
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