Indianna Road Songtext
von Fred Eaglesmith
Indianna Road Songtext
Well, me and the girl we had a little farm
South of the river road
A little shingle shack and some cattle in the barn
And we grew our own food
Didn′t have any money
But it never crossed our minds
We grew to share and we were happy there
Just watching the years go by
Until one day I come home
There was a big black car
Parked out of my back door
And a government man with a fat cigar
Said we couldn't live there anymore
Said they′d pay us for the land
But never for the work we did
And they were gonna turn it into a holiday park
And a drag strip for the kids
I told him, I would meet him on the Indiana road
With a gun in my hand, but he never showed
Said he couldn't bring himself to sink himself that low
I told him, I would meet him on the Indiana road
With a gun in my hand, but he never showed
He went back to Ottawa, Toronto, or wherever it is he goes
Well, we wired ahead and the girl's family said
To come back to Calgary
And we decided that she would go
On back there without me
And I′ll never forget those tears in her eyes
As I held her face in my hand
I turned around and I headed for town
And I never looked back again
I told him, I would meet him on the Indiana road
With a gun in my hand, but he never showed
Said he couldn′t bring himself to sink himself that low
I told him, I would meet him on the Indiana road
With a gun in my hand, but he never showed
He went back to Ottawa, Toronto, or wherever it is he goes
Now I live in an old Ford van
At the end of a dead end road
And the girl she stopped sending letters
Must be seven years or more
Me, I spent a lot of time
Down on the Indiana, you know
And I draw a bee but there ain't no need
I don′t shoot anymore
I told him, I would meet him on the Indiana road
With a gun in my hand, but he never showed
Said he couldn't bring himself to sink himself that low
I told him, I would meet him on the Indiana road
With a gun in my hand, but he never showed
He went back to Ottawa, Toronto, or wherever it is he goes
I met him on the Indiana road
With a gun in my hand but he never showed
He went back to Ottawa, Toronto
Or wherever he lives
He went back to Ottawa, Toronto
Or wherever he lives
He went back to Ottawa, Toronto
Or wherever he lives
South of the river road
A little shingle shack and some cattle in the barn
And we grew our own food
Didn′t have any money
But it never crossed our minds
We grew to share and we were happy there
Just watching the years go by
Until one day I come home
There was a big black car
Parked out of my back door
And a government man with a fat cigar
Said we couldn't live there anymore
Said they′d pay us for the land
But never for the work we did
And they were gonna turn it into a holiday park
And a drag strip for the kids
I told him, I would meet him on the Indiana road
With a gun in my hand, but he never showed
Said he couldn't bring himself to sink himself that low
I told him, I would meet him on the Indiana road
With a gun in my hand, but he never showed
He went back to Ottawa, Toronto, or wherever it is he goes
Well, we wired ahead and the girl's family said
To come back to Calgary
And we decided that she would go
On back there without me
And I′ll never forget those tears in her eyes
As I held her face in my hand
I turned around and I headed for town
And I never looked back again
I told him, I would meet him on the Indiana road
With a gun in my hand, but he never showed
Said he couldn′t bring himself to sink himself that low
I told him, I would meet him on the Indiana road
With a gun in my hand, but he never showed
He went back to Ottawa, Toronto, or wherever it is he goes
Now I live in an old Ford van
At the end of a dead end road
And the girl she stopped sending letters
Must be seven years or more
Me, I spent a lot of time
Down on the Indiana, you know
And I draw a bee but there ain't no need
I don′t shoot anymore
I told him, I would meet him on the Indiana road
With a gun in my hand, but he never showed
Said he couldn't bring himself to sink himself that low
I told him, I would meet him on the Indiana road
With a gun in my hand, but he never showed
He went back to Ottawa, Toronto, or wherever it is he goes
I met him on the Indiana road
With a gun in my hand but he never showed
He went back to Ottawa, Toronto
Or wherever he lives
He went back to Ottawa, Toronto
Or wherever he lives
He went back to Ottawa, Toronto
Or wherever he lives
Writer(s): Fred Elgersma Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

