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