D G G My little brother was just ten years old D G D G when we hit bad weather and hid in the hole D G D G we could see texas was only a mile D G D G and o little brother i remember your smile D G at indianola..... D G D G my dad built a sawmill of cyprees and stone D G D G it was here on madena that we made our home D G D G the year 1850 and i sent for my girl D G D G o frauline come meet me in this brand new world D G at indianola...... D G D G the war they call civil had barely begun D G D G me and my cousins decided we'd run D G D G up through louisianna to meet up with grant D G D G but one hundred damn rebels shot us there in the sand G at indianola..... D G D G they said up in new york the stock market fell D G D G and the life they was livin was shot all to hell D G D G but we aint seen nothin no different than dust D G D G sept the wheels on the wagon all covered with rust D G at indianola..... instrumental......... D G D G and that scr*pe with old hitler was over and done D G D G and i wondered if i could kill kin with my gun D G D G but we sat there in paris in a little cafe D G D G and as they toasted truman i drifted away D C G to indianola........ D G D G but its fifty years later and nobody cares D G D G about some old city that aint even there D G D G well my sons moved to houston and they work in the gulf D G D G with seven days on and seven days off D G D G well i work for the doctor that bought our old ranch DGDG D G D G and he calls me hillbilly and he laughs at my hair D G D G but the cancer will get him if anythings fair D G D G and i'll take his ashes and throw from my boat D G D G as they crossed that ocean i'm going to float D CG to find me another indianola...... D C G indianola........ D CG indianola........