Indianapolis - The Bottle Rockets

Got a tow

From a guy named Joe

Cost sixty dollars

Hope I don’t run out of dough

Told me 'bout a sex offense

Put him three days in jail

Stuck in Indianapolis

Hope I live to tell the tale

Can’t go west, can’t go east

I’m stuck in Indianapolis

With a fuel pump that’s deceased

Ten days on the road now

I’m four hours from my home town

Is this Hell or Indianapolis

With no way to get around

Called my girl to tell her

Of the trouble that I’d had

First time I called her in ten days

Guess that made her mad

Far as she’s concerned

I belong in this Hoosier state

Stuck in Indianapolis

With no way to set things straight

Can’t go west, can’t go east

I’m stuck in Indianapolis

With a fuel pump that’s deceased

Ten days on the road now

I’m four hours from my home town

Is this Hell or Indianapolis

With no way to get around

Sittin' in this bar

Is gettin' more than I could stand

If I could catch a ride

Really think, I’d ditch this van

Who knows what this repair will cost

Scared to spend a dime

I’ll puke if that jukebox plays

John Cougar one more time

But If I ever leave here

I hope never to return

If I get that van back

Man, the road, I’m gonna burn

Right now, my future’s in the hands

Of the boys, down at Firestone

Stuck in Indianapolis

Feelin' all alone

Can’t go west, can’t go east

I’m stuck in Indianapolis

With a fuel pump that’s deceased

Ten days on the road now

I’m four hours from my home town

Is this Hell or Indianapolis

With no way to get around

Is this Hell or Indianapolis

With no way to get around