::sigh:: Boy, do I miss the Midwest. So this one goes out to the country lovin', small-town folks I love so much (especially for muh Hoosier kin)... lyrics to a song by one of my fav acappella groups!! Enjoy!

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.

"Indiana" by Rockapella.