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Rockapella
Carmen Sandiego
Indiana
I got a hole in my pocket and nothing coming down my leg,
Thinking about my home.
I got the box in my socket, the extra E's telling me
I never shoulda got up and grown.
I'm gonna hock every buck in the bank
And vacate this skinny town like a Finny 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 cabinet multiplying overtime
Under the laundromat.
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 mama's grin, what I ain't got,
Wanna wear it again, what I ain't got, wanna get me on back to IN.

Indiana, back on my granddaddy's farm,
And someday I'll return to slam the backboard on the barn.
Indiana, but now the grass 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,
I'm thinkin' she'll be my wife.
She got my face in a locket,
A scrap of tin around her finger digging the bone,
And I'm going home to what I ain't got, my mama's grin,
What I ain't got, gonna wear it again, what I ain't got,
Gonna get me on back to IN.

Indiana, gonna hold my head up proud.
I won't live in the shadow of no building scraping up the clouds.
Indiana, down at the brickyard on Memorial Day
I'm on one knee and begging you to stay.

Oh honey, I got a token in my pocket,
A wormy apple for the boss, hitching it home tonight.
I down a Coke and the sign says halfway to Santa Claus,
I feel I'm gonna ignite.
They got a pie on the window,
The pickup in the backyard ready to roam
'Cause I'm coming home to what I ain't got, my mama's grin,
What I ain't got, gonna wear it again, what I ain't got,
My Hoosier kin, what I ain't got, I'm gonna get it,
I'm gonna gemme myself back to Indiana.
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