The Hinterland Band - Indiana Wind

The Indiana wind
Is a melancholy friend
It'll blow 'til end
'Til your old bones bend
Mmmhmm

Honey, do the math
There's an awful lot of past
And when I checked last
They've been adding on fast
Mmmhmm

Honey, there's a hole
In the bottom of my bowl
And it's getting so low
That I can't say no
Mmmhmm

So, honey, tell me when
All my hair goes thin
And the ship comes in
Will you be there then?
Mmmhmm

Mmmmhmmm

Tell me pretty please
What your pretty eyes see
When you just can't sleep
And the old ghosts creep
Mmmhmm

Honey, we could skip town
Go swimming in sound
With the car loaded down
Kosciusko bound
Mmmhmm

And at the end of the day
All the money's in flames
And we're poor in brains
But we're rich in rain
Mmmhmm

Mmmmhmmm

Indiana's fine
When the corn top's high
But the thing about time
Is you can't make it mind
Mmmhmm

And the thing about blood
Is that half's not enough
Mmmhmm

And the thing about love
Is the same about blood
Mmmhmm

And the thing about the wind
Is the old gal tends
To just take what you send
And send it back again
Mmmhmm

Written by:
Zacharie Riddle

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