Andrew Wiscombe - Indiana
Well the sun's hangin' low over rustbelt skiesSmokestack clouds shieldin' union men's eyes
They leave high school young then they work the line
Just a clone of their fathers bound for factory life
Talkin' football wins and their glory days
Rusty bicycle rides in the dark through the grain
Summer nights with the girls left 'em all in a trance
It was a man's first kiss and a boy's last dance
Indiana sunsets bringin', peaceful dreams and nightmares to her sons
Some buy in, while others can't be won
Well a few go to college wantin' city life
Some drive truck up to Yellowknife
Most thank their stars and they stick around
Take a factory job by a home in town
Indiana sunsets bringin', peaceful dreams and nightmares to her sons
Some buy in, while others can't be won
Indiana's sons and daughters, in her hands like clay in potters'
Trustin' in her son and rain, growin' with her corn and grain
Some will stay and praise her blessings, others leavin' with her lessons
Set out on the road to roam, but in their hearts they call her home
Indiana sunsets bringin', peaceful dreams and nightmares to her sons
Some buy in, while others can't be won
Written by:
ANDREW SCOTT WISCOMBE
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