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 s**in' 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 IN
Indiana
Back to my Granddaddy's farm,
someday I'll return to slam the backboard on the barn
Indiana
now the gra** and corn and fireflies
are 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
think she'll be my wife
she got my face in a locket a scrap 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 IN
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 Claus
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 IN