MY LITTLE BROTHER WAS JUST 10 YEARS OLD
WHEN WE HIT BAD WEATHER AND HID IN THE HOLE
WE COULD SEE TEXAS IT WAS ONLY A MILE
OH LITTLE BROTHER I REMEMBER YOUR SMILE
AT INDIANOLA

MY DAD BUILT A SAW MILL
OF CYPRESS AND STONE IT WAS THERE ON THE MEDINA
THAT WE MADE OUR HOME
IT WAS YEAR 1850 I SENT FOR MY GIRL
OH FRAULEIN COME MEET ME IN THIS BRAND NEW WORLD
AT INDIANOLA

WHEN THE WAR THEY CALLED CIVIL
HAD BARELY BEGUN ME AND MY COUSINS DECIDED WE’D RUN
UP THROUGH LOUISIANA TO MEET UP WITH GRANT
BUT 100 DAMN REBELS SHOT US THERE IN THE SAND
AT INDIANOLA

THEY SAID UP IN NEW YORK THE STOCK MARKET FELL
AND THE LIFE THEY WAS LIVING WAS SHOT ALL TO HELL
BUT WE AIN’T SEEN NOTHIN’ NO DIFFERENT THAN DUST
‘CEPT THE WHEELS ON THE WAGONS ALL COVERED IN RUST
AT INDIANOLA

WHEN THAT SCRAP WITH OL’ HITLER
WAS OVER AND DONE
I WONDERED IF I HAD KILLED KIN WITH MY GUN
WE SAT THERE IN PARIS IN A LITTLE CAFÉ
AND AS THEY TOASTED TRUMAN I DRIFTED AWAY
TO INDIANOLA

WELL IT’S 50 YEARS LATER AND NOBODY CARES
ABOUT SOME OLD CITY THAT AIN’T EVER THERE
WELL,MY SONS MOVED TO HOUSTON AND THEY WORK IN THE GULF
IT’S 7 DAYS ON AND 7 DAYS OFF
I WORK FOR THE DOCTOR WHO BOUGHT OUR OLD RANCH
FROM FIRST QUALITY FEDERAL THE FORECLOSURES BRANCH
AND HE CALLS ME HILLBILLY AND LAUGHS AT MY HAIR
BUT A CANCER WILL GET HIM IF ANYTHING’S FAIR
AND I’LL TAKE HIS ASHES TO THROW FROM MY BOAT
‘CAUSE ACROSS THAT OCEAN I’M GOING TO FLOAT
TO FIND ME ANOTHER INDIANOLA

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