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My little brother was just ten years old
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When we hit bad weather and hid in the hole
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We could see Texas was only a mile
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And oh, little brother, I remember your smile
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At Indianola

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My dad built a sawmill of cypreses and stone
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It was here on Madena that we made our home
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The year 1850 and I sent for my girl
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Oh Frauline, come meet me in this brand new world
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At Indianola

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The war they call civil had barely begun
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Me and my cousins decided we'd run
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Up through Louisianan to meet up with Grant
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But one hundred damn rebels shot us there in the sand
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At Indianola

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They said up in New York, the stock market fell
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And the life they was livin' was shot all to hell
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But we ain't seen nothin' no different than dust
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Sept the wheels on the wagon all covered with rust
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At Indianola

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When that scrape with old Hitler was over and done
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And I wondered if I could kill kin with my gun
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But we sat there in Paris in a little cafe
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And as they toasted Truman, I drifted away
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To Indianola

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But it's fifty years later and nobody cares
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About some old city that ain't even there
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Well, my sons moved to Houston, And they work in the Gulf
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With seven days on and seven days off
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Well I work for the doctor that bought our old ranch
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From first quality federal the foreclosures branch
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And he calls me hillbilly and he laughs at my hair
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But the cancer will get him if anything's fair
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And I'll take his ashes and throw from my boat
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As acrossed that ocean I'm going to float
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To find me another Indianola
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Indianola
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Indianola