Indiana
                                     *******
                                   Sean Altman
                       Arrangement: Sean Altman & Bill Straus
                             Lead Vocal: Scott Leonard
 
 I've got a hole in my pocket, nothing coming down my leg thinking about my 
 home
 I've got a box in my socket the extra E's telling 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 
 Finny Brown
 I've got a hole in my pocket, nothing trickle down
 Done permanent turn my mouth into a frown
 Got fuel in the rocket, start the countdown
 
 I've got a roach in the cabinet multiplying overtime under the laundromat
 I ain't seen the sun in a hundred million lifetimes, give me a land that's 
 flat
 I'm on a budget of nothing, my life is a lemon, I'm sucking the rind and 
 it's spitting time
 
 It's what I ain't got, my momma's grin
 What I ain't got, gonna say it again
 What I ain't got, gonna get me on back to my IN.
 
 Indiana, back on my grandaddy's farm
 Someday I'll return to slam the backboard on the barn
 Indiana, now the grass and corn and fireflies 
 Are just a distant humble paradise.
 
 She's got a tag on her pocket, 'fake alligator,' never took an animal life
 She's got a run in her stocking the length of an equator, think she'll be 
 my wife
 She's got a face in a locket, a scrap of tin around her finger digging the 
 bone, 
 And I'm coming home 
 
 To what I ain't got, my momma's grin
 What I ain't got, gonna say it again
 What I ain't got, gonna get me on back to my 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've 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've 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 momma's grin
 What I ain't got, my Hoosier kin
 What I ain't got, gonna say it again
 What I ain't got, gonna get me on back to my IN.