Biography:
Charlie Robison (born September 1, 1964, Houston, Texas) is an American singer/songwriter, who was raised in Bandera, Texas. His brother is singer/songwriter Bruce Robison. His younger sister is singer/songwriter Robyn Ludwick.
Before going solo, Charlie Robison was in the bands Chaparral, Millionaire Playboys, and Two Hoots and a Holler. At one point, Robison was on Warner Brothers, but apparently did not see eye to eye about his musical career there and left to release some albums on his own.
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Other songs:
- Always
- Angry All The Time
- Arms Of Love
- Barlight
- Beautiful Day
- Big City Blues
- Desperate Times
- Dont Feel That Way
- Down Again
- Good Times
- Hometown
- I Dont Feel That Way Anymore
- I Want You Bad
- Indianola
- John Oreilly
- Life Of The Party
- Loving County
- Mollys Blues
- My Hometown
- New Years Day
- Photograph
- Poor Mans Son
- Red Letter Day
- She Leaves Her Heart At Home
- Sunset Boulevard
- Thats Good
- The Bottom
- The Wedding Song
- Tonight
- Walter
- Youre Not The Best
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My little brother was just ten years old
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When we hit bad weather and hid in the hole
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We could see Texas was only a mile
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And oh, little brother, I remember your smile
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At Indianola
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My dad built a sawmill of cypreses and stone
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It was here on Madena that we made our home
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The year 1850 and I sent for my girl
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Oh Frauline, come meet me in this brand new world
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At Indianola
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The war they call civil had barely begun
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Me and my cousins decided we'd run
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Up through Louisianan to meet up with Grant
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But one hundred damn rebels shot us there in the sand
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At Indianola
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They said up in New York, the stock market fell
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And the life they was livin' was shot all to hell
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But we ain't seen nothin' no different than dust
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Sept the wheels on the wagon all covered with rust
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At Indianola
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When that scrape with old Hitler was over and done
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And I wondered if I could kill kin with my gun
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But we sat there in Paris in a little cafe
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And as they toasted Truman, I drifted away
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To Indianola
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But it's fifty years later and nobody cares
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About some old city that ain't even there
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Well, my sons moved to Houston, And they work in the Gulf
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With seven days on and seven days off
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Well I work for the doctor that bought our old ranch
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From first quality federal the foreclosures branch
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And he calls me hillbilly and he laughs at my hair
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But the cancer will get him if anything's fair
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And I'll take his ashes and throw from my boat
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As acrossed that ocean I'm going to float
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To find me another Indianola
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Indianola
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Indianola
My little brother was just ten years old
D G D G
When we hit bad weather and hid in the hole
D G D G
We could see Texas was only a mile
D G D G
And oh, little brother, I remember your smile
D C G D C G
At Indianola
D G D G
My dad built a sawmill of cypreses and stone
D G D G
It was here on Madena that we made our home
D G D G
The year 1850 and I sent for my girl
D G D G
Oh Frauline, come meet me in this brand new world
D C G D C G
At Indianola
D G D G
The war they call civil had barely begun
D G D G
Me and my cousins decided we'd run
D G D G
Up through Louisianan to meet up with Grant
D G D G
But one hundred damn rebels shot us there in the sand
D C G D C G
At Indianola
D G D G
They said up in New York, the stock market fell
D G D G
And the life they was livin' was shot all to hell
D G D G
But we ain't seen nothin' no different than dust
D G D G
Sept the wheels on the wagon all covered with rust
D C G D C G
At Indianola
D G D G
When that scrape with old Hitler was over and done
D G D G
And I wondered if I could kill kin with my gun
D G D G
But we sat there in Paris in a little cafe
D G D G
And as they toasted Truman, I drifted away
D C G D C G
To Indianola
D G D G
But it's fifty years later and nobody cares
D G D G
About some old city that ain't even there
D G D G
Well, my sons moved to Houston, And they work in the Gulf
D G D G
With seven days on and seven days off
D G D G
Well I work for the doctor that bought our old ranch
D G D G
From first quality federal the foreclosures branch
D G D G
And he calls me hillbilly and he laughs at my hair
D G D G
But the cancer will get him if anything's fair
D G D G
And I'll take his ashes and throw from my boat
D G D G
As acrossed that ocean I'm going to float
D C G D C G
To find me another Indianola
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Indianola
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Indianola
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