Rockapella - Indiana Lyrics
I got a hole in my pocketand nothing coming down my legthinkin' about my homeI got a box in my socketthe extra E is tellin' meI never should have got up and grown.I'm gonna hock every buck in the bankand vacate this skinny townlike a Finney BrownI got a hole in my pocket and nothin' trickle downdone permanent turn my mouth into a frowngot fuel in the rocket start the countdownI got a roach in the cabin and multiplyin' overtimeunder the laundry matI ain't seen the sun in a hundred million light yearsgimme a land that's flatI'm on a budget of nothin'my life is a lemonI'm suckin' the rind and it's spittin' time(It's what I ain't got)My momma's grin(It's what I ain't got )I wanna wear it again(It's what I ain't got)I wanna get me on back to my.....IndianaBack to my Grandaddy's farm,someday I'll return to slam the backboard on the barnIndianabut now the grass and corn and firefliesit's just a distant humble paradiseShe got a tag on her pocketbook, fake alligatornever took an animal lifeshe got a run in her stocking the length of an equatorthinkin' she'll be my wifeshe got my face in a locket a scap of tin around her fingerdiggin' the bone and I'm goin' home(To what I ain't got)My momma's grin(To what I ain't got )I wanna wear it again(To what I ain't got)I wanna get me on back to my.....Genltemen start your enginesIndianaGonna' hold my head up proudI won't live in the shadow of no buildin'scrapin' up the cloudsIndianadown at the Brickyard on Memorial DayI'm on one knee and beggin' you to stayOh, HoneyI got a token in my pocketa wormy apple for the bosshitchin' it home tonightI down a Coke and the sign sayshalf way to Santa ClauseI feel I'm gonna igniteThey got a pie on the windowa pickup in the backyardready to roam 'cause i'm comin' home(To what I ain't got)My momma's grin(To what I ain't got )I wanna wear it again(To what I ain't got)my Hoosier kinI'm gonna get itI'm gonna get me and myself back to Indiana
