Indiana

We used to raise crops
Run down the rows tearing them off
We and our sisters
And used to be so small
But not afraid at all
Look for the twisters

In Indiana

We used to feel worth
Gold for an honest day's work
General motors
And used to worship God
On every Sunday night
Till they outsourced the work

In Indiana

In Indiana



Credits
Writer(s): Enoch Porch
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