Indianola Lyrics - Singles - 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 caf 

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 

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