Indianola keyboard

Indianola

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My little brother was just ten years old 
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when we hit bad weather and hid in the hole 
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we could see texas was only a mile 
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 and o little brother i remember your smile 
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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 
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o frauline come meet me in this brand new world 
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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 
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up through louisianna to meet up with grant 
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but one hundred damn rebels shot us there in the sand 
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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 
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sept the wheels on the wagon all covered with rust 
              D  C  G  D  C  G   
at indianola..... 
 
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and that scrape with old hitler was over and done 
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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 
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and as they toasted truman i drifted away 
               D  C  G  D  C  G 
to indianola........ 
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but its fifty years later and nobody cares 
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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 
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but the cancer will get him if anythings fair 
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and i'll take his ashes and throw from my boat 
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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........ 
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indianola........  

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