Indianola

My little brother was just ten years old When we hit bad weather and hid in the hole We could see Texas was only a mile And oh, little brother, I remember your smile At Indianola My dad built a sawmill of Cypresses and stone It was here on Madena that we made our home The year 1850 and I sent for my girl Oh Fräulein, come meet me in this brand-new world At Indianola The war they call, 'Civil' had barely begun Me and my cousins decided we'd run Up through Louisianan to meet up with Grant But one hundred 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 livin' was shot all to hell But we ain't seen nothin' no different than dust Except the wheels on the wagon all covered with rust At Indianola And that scrape with old Hitler was over and done Well I wondered if I could kill kin with my gun But we sat there in Paris in a little café And as they toasted Truman, I drifted away To Indianola But it's fifty years later and nobody cares About some old city that ain't even there Well, my sons moved to Houston And they work in the Gulf With seven days on And seven days off And I work for the doctor, who bought our old ranch From first quality federal, the foreclosures branch And he calls me, 'Hillbilly' and he laughs at my hair But the cancer will get him if anything's fair And I'll take his ashes and throw from my boat As they crossed that ocean I'm going to float To find me another Indianola Indianola Indianola