D                G      D           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
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 and o little brother i remember your smile
               D  C  G  D  C  G  
at indianola.....
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my dad built a sawmill of cyprees 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
D               G       D                 G
o frauline come meet me in this brand new world
                D  C  G  D  C  G 
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
D            G         D            G
up through louisianna to meet up with grant
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but one hundred damn rebels shot us there in the sand
                  D  C  G  D  C  G 
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 aint seen nothin no different than dust
D                G          D                G
sept the wheels on the wagon all covered with rust
              D  C  G  D  C  G  
at indianola.....

instrumental.........
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and that scrape with old hitler was over and done
D                G     D                 G
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
D                 G      D           G
and as they toasted truman i drifted away
               D  C  G  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
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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 forclousure branch
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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  C  G  D  C  G
to find me another indianola......
            D  C  G  D  C  G
indianola........
             D  C  G  D  C  G
indianola........