My little brother was just ten years old   When we hit bad weather and hid in the hole   We could see Texas was only a mile   And oh, little brother, I remember your smile   At Indianola      My dad built a sawmill of cypreses and stone   It was here on Madena that we made our home   The year 1850 and I sent for my girl   Oh Frauline, come meet me in this brand new world   At Indianola      The war they call civil had barely begun   Me and my cousins decided we'd run   Up through Louisianan to meet up with Grant   But one hundred 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   Sept the wheels on the wagon all covered with rust   At Indianola      And that scrape with old Hitler was over and done   And I wondered if I could kill kin with my gun   But we sat there in Paris in a little café   And as they toasted Truman, I drifted away   To Indianola      But 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   With seven days on and seven days off      Well I work for the doctor that bought our old ranch   From first quality federal the foreclosures branch   And he calls me hillbilly and he laughs at my hair   But the cancer will get him if anything's fair      And I'll take his ashes and throw from my boat   As they crossed that ocean I'm going to float   To find me another Indianola   Indianola   Indianola