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