Jim Dean Of Indiana
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It was on an Indiana farm in the middle of the countr
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Growin' in the fields of grain, Jim Dean of Indian
His mother died when he was a boy, his father was a strange
Marcus Winslow took him in, nobody seemed to want hi
The hired man sang like a storm(?), sometimes he'd beat hi
'Cause he would never do the chores, he was lost in dreamin
He never seemed to find a play with the flatlands and the farmer
So he had to leave one day, he said to be an acto
Once he'd come back to the farm with starlets from the stage
They locked themselves inside his room, the people turned their face
A neighbor ran from the movie house, chickens they were scattere
He swore he saw upon the screen, Jim Dean of Indian
He played a boy without a home, torn with no tomorro
Reaching out to touch someone, a stranger in the shado
The Winslows left for the movie town, they drove across the countr
They hoped that he would stay around and they hoped he would be friendl
He talked to them for half an hour but he was busy racin
He left for the Grapevine Road[1], they left for Indian
Then Marcus heard on the radio that a movie star was dyin
He turned the tuner way down low, so Ortense could go on sleepin
It was not until they reached the farm where the hired man was waitin
The wind rushed silent through the grain, it was just as they had told hi
They buried him just down the road, a mile from the farm hous
That is where I placed a flower for Jim Dean of Indiana.
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