Indianola
Charlie Robison

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 cypreses and stone

It was here on Madena that we made our home

The year 1850 and I sent for my girl

Oh Frauline, 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

Sept the wheels on the wagon all covered with rust

At Indianola


And that scrape with old Hitler was over and done


And 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


Well I work for the doctor that 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


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