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