Indianapolis

Photo By Steve Roberts

"Indianapolis"

Hello Porter
I'm underwater
My baby left me down by the riverside
A greasy son
An easy daughter
A long lane beneath the undertow
A wedding toaster
A roller coaster
More than all this that took my head away
Too much flood
Too much blood
Too much silence for me to say
O babe, Indianapolis just wasn't what you had in mind

Shooting dice
Playing nice
Three blind mice in a blind spot hollow
Corvette summer
Summer bummer
Tumble backwards into tomorrow
And down the ridge
A railroad bridge
Collapsed into the muddy water
And from the wires
The engine driver
Tumbled with the engine into the water
O babe, Indianapolis just wasn't what you had in mind

What is the matter
What is the matter
Walked all the way from Cincinnati
The bars are shattered
The cloth is tattered
The colors they hang from the painted shutters
Along the highway
The summer skyway
The sun hangs blue like a summertime kiss
And from the wires
Flood and fire
I left my sugar in Indianapolis
O babe, Indianapolis just wasn't what you had in mind
O babe, Indianapolis just wasn't what you had in mind

words and music by ron franklin
dyin' crapshooter music