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
