Lyrics

The Indiana Moon

Driving home to LA as the sun is sliding down
Just outside of Indianapolis, his old stomping ground,
Cruising along in a memory ?bout a girl in the days of his youth.
Then he wonders can he find it is that Honky Tonk still there
And underneath a billboard of a womans? derriere,
He parks in back of a little club they call the Indiana Moon.
A dancer on the stage she gives him a wink
Comes over to his table, says. ?Hey, Cowboy, buy me a drink??
So young and so pretty, how could it be that she was hustling booze in a bar.
But as the whiskey pours through his mind
He pulls out every dollar bill he can find,
Just so he can watch her dance up there on the stage of the Indiana Moon

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Sweet Daddy, it ain?t real, but I?ll try and pretend
Pretty Baby, I wish I was young again

Her name is Cathy and since she was sixteen
She?s been thinking ?bout LA- got those Hollywood dreams.
Couldn?t stand working nine to five, says this was all she could find in this town
Of course he says how he understood-
Cause he?d grown up in this neck of the woods
Told her ?bout the girl he?d left behind one night under the Indiana Moon
He moves in close and gives her a kiss
The sweetest moment of Heavenly bliss
He asks if she?d like to meet him out back, she says she gets off at one
He was tryin? to hold in that middle-age spread
As he held her that night in a motel bed
They were makin? love by the light of the Indiana Moon

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Later that night as he stumbles from the bed
Her pocketbook fell, there was an ID that he read
Her name, her address, the day she was born all cut like a knife through his brain
Was this his daughter, that thought wouldn?t let him alone
Cause her mother was the woman that he had known
The one that he?d left behind that night neath the Indiana Moon
As he stares in the mirror, his eyes fill with tears
When he thinks about how he?s wasted the years
Takes out his money and he lays it all down, softly by her sleepin? head
Outside the wind began to moan
As he starts back on his long journey home
Blue shadows grow out of the light of the Indiana Moon

© 1999 by Pete Gallatin
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