Uncle Tupelo, from Rockville 7" 6088-7
By Brian Henneman
G D
Got a tow, from a guy named Joe
Am C G
cost sixty dollars hope I don't run out of dough
G D
told me about a sex offense put him three days in jail
Am C G
stuck in indianapolis hope I live to tell the tale
chorus, same chords:
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 hometown
Is this hell or Indianapolis with no way to get around
Called my girl to tell her of the trouble that I had
first time I called her in 10 days, I guess I made her mad
Far as she's concerned I belong in his Hoosier state
stuck in Indianapolis with no way to set things straight
chorus, then harmonica lead over one verse of chords
Sittin in this bar it's gettin more than I can stand
if I could catch a ride I really think I'd ditch this band
Who knows what this repair will cost, scared to spend a dime
I'll puke if that jukebox plays John Cougar one more time
strum
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 them boys down at Firestone
stuck in Indianapolis, feelin' all alone.
chorus, repeat last line
harp solo over one verse and out
