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