Indiana

I got a hole in my pocket And nothing coming down my leg Thinkin' about my home I got a box in my socket The extra E is tellin' me I never should have got up and grown I'm gonna hock every buck in the bank And vacate this skinny town Like a Finney Brown I got a hole in my pocket and nothin' trickle down Done permanent turn my mouth into a frown Got fuel in the rocket start the countdown I got a roach in the cabin and multiplyin' overtime Under the laundry mat I ain't seen the sun in a hundred million light years Gimme a land that's flat I'm on a budget of nothin' My life is a lemon I'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 want to wear it again (It's what I ain't got I want to get me on back to my Indiana Back to my Grandaddy's farm, Someday I'll return to slam the backboard on the barn Indiana But now the grass and corn and fireflies It's just a distant humble paradise She got a tag on her pocketbook, fake alligator Never took an animal life She got a run in her stocking the length of an equator Thinkin' she'll be my wife She got my face in a locket a scap of tin around her finger Diggin' the bone and I'm goin' home (To what I ain't got) My momma's grin (To what I ain't got ) I want to wear it again (To what I ain't got) I want to get me on back to my Gentlemen start your engines Indiana Gonna' hold my head up proud I won't live in the shadow of no buildin' Scrapin' up the clouds Indiana Down at the Brickyard on Memorial Day I'm on one knee and beggin' you to stay Oh, Honey I got a token in my pocket A wormy apple for the boss Hitchin' it home tonight I down a Coke and the sign says Half way to Santa Clause I feel I'm gonna ignite They got a pie on the window A pickup in the backyard Ready to roam 'cause I'm comin' home (To what I ain't got) My momma's grin (To what I ain't got ) I want to wear it again (To what I ain't got) My Hoosier kin I'm gonna get it I'm gonna get me and myself back to Indiana