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My little brother was just ten years oldWhen we hit bad weather and hid in the holeWe could see Texas was only a mileAnd oh, little brother, I remember your smileAt IndianolaMy dad built a sawmill of Cypreses and stoneIt was here on Madena that we made our homeThe year 1850 and I sent for my girlOh Fraulein, come meet me in this brand new worldAt IndianolaThe war they call civil had barely begunMe and my cousins decided we'd runUp through Louisianan to meet up with GrantBut one hundred damn rebels shot us there in the sandAt IndianolaThey said up in New York, the stock market fellAnd the life they was livin' was shot all to hellBut we ain't seen nothin' no different than dustSept the wheels on the wagon all covered with rustAt IndianolaAnd that scrape with old Hitler was over and doneAnd I wondered if I could kill kin with my gunLetras de cancionesBut we sat there in Paris in a little cafeAnd as they toasted Truman, I drifted awayTo IndianolaBut it's fifty years later and nobody caresAbout some old city that ain't even thereWell, my sons moved to HoustonAnd they work in the GulfWith seven days on and seven days offWell I work for the doctor that bought our old ranchFrom first quality federal the foreclosures branchAnd he calls me hillbilly and he laughs at my hairBut the cancer will get him if anything's fairAnd I'll take his ashes and throw from my boatAs they crossed that ocean I'm going to floatTo find me another IndianolaIndianolaIndianola From Letras Mania