Indiana Wind - The Hinterland Band [OFFICIAL AUDIO]

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INDIANA WIND includes fiddle by GRAMMY and IBMA winner Michael Cleveland, and percussion by Sad Max Senteney.

LYRICS

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?  
Mmhmm

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 
Mmhmm

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