Pence Laments...
Oh Indiana
The devil fools
with the best laid plan.
Swing low Indiana.
You got spare change
You got to feel strange
And now the moment
is all that it meant.
Indiana, you got
the weight on your shoulders
That's breaking your back.
Your Cadillac
has got a wheel in the ditch
And a wheel on the track
Oh Indiana
Banjos playing
through the broken glass
Windows down in Indiana.
See the old folks
tied in white ropes
Hear the banjo.
Don't it take you down home?
Indiana, you got
the weight on your shoulders
That's breaking your back.
Your Cadillac
has got a wheel in the ditch
And a wheel on the track
Oh Indiana.
Can I see you
and shake your hand.
Make friends down in Indiana.
I'm from a new land
I come to you
and see all this ruin
What are you doing Indiana?
You got the rest of the union
to help you along
What's going wrong?