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 wanna wear it again
(It`s what I ain`t got)
I wanna 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 wanna wear it again
(To what I ain`t got)
I wanna get me on back to my.....
Genltemen 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 wanna 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
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