Tekst piosenki
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 war they called civil Had barely begun me and my cousins decided we'd run Up through Louisiana to me 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 'Kept 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 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 the 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
