That song literally happened to me.
Bought the Scarecrow cassette at my Dad's buddy's record shop in Evansville on the way down to Kentucky to bury my Mom. After the service, we followed my Aunt back to her house in Nashville for a day. Had some deep, necessary discussions during that trip that lay heavy on me to this day. I listened to that album 50x those two days because it was written for me. My Dad was from WKY and retired from a steel mill near Gary as did his Daddy. I saw the sun set on the Tenn line. We drove through the hills of KY across the Ohio River back home. There's literally not a line in that song that doesn't apply to us.
Sadly, my Dad passed a year later on my Mom's birthday and I got to live through Rain on the Scarecrow when I had an estate auction & sold everything but my Sportster.
This song crushes me but it's as close as I can get to having it back. Vivid shit for something that happened 35 years ago this Friday.
This was always my favorite version:
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