Charlie Robison - Indianola lyrics
[Charlie Robison - Indianola lyrics]
My little brother was just ten years old
When we hit bad weather and hid in the hold
We could see Texas was only a mile
And oh, little brother, I remember your smile
At Indianola
My dad built a sawmill of cypress and stone
It was here on Madena that we made our home
It was year 1850 and I sent for my girl
Oh Fraulein
Come meet me in this brand new world
At Indianola
The war they call "civil" had barely begun
When 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
'Cept the wheels on the wagon
All covered with rust at Indianola
When 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'll get him
If anything's fair
And I'll take his ashes and
To throw from my boat
As they cross that ocean I'm going to float
To find me another Indianola indianola
Indianola
When we hit bad weather and hid in the hold
We could see Texas was only a mile
And oh, little brother, I remember your smile
At Indianola
My dad built a sawmill of cypress and stone
It was here on Madena that we made our home
It was year 1850 and I sent for my girl
Oh Fraulein
Come meet me in this brand new world
At Indianola
The war they call "civil" had barely begun
When 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
'Cept the wheels on the wagon
All covered with rust at Indianola
When 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'll get him
If anything's fair
And I'll take his ashes and
To throw from my boat
As they cross that ocean I'm going to float
To find me another Indianola indianola
Indianola