Indianola

My little brother was just ten years old

When we hit bad weather and

hid in the hold

We could see Texas it was only a mile

Oh little brother I remember your smile

At Indianola

My dad built a sawmill

Of cypress and stone

It was there on Medina

That we made our home

It was year 1850 that I sent for my girl

Oh fraulein come meet me in this brand

new world

At Indianola

When the are they called civil

Had barely begun me and my cousins

decided we'd run

Up through Louisiana to meet up

with the 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 livin'

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 scrape 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 cafe

And as they toasted Truman I

drifted away

To Indianola

Well 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

It's 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

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