Phil Ochs - Jim Dean Of Indiana Lyrics
Pre>intro: bm a bm esus4A d bm eIt was on an indiana farm in the middle of the countryD g f#m c#m esus4Growin in the fields of grain, jim dean of indianaHis mother died when he was a boy, his father was a strangerMarcus winslow took him in, nobody seemed to want himThe hired man sang like a storm(? ), sometimes hed beat himcause he would never do the chores, he was lost in dreamingHe never seemed to find a play with the flatlands and the farmersSo he had to leave one day, he said to be an actorOnce hed come back to the farm with starlets from the stagesThey locked themselves inside his room, the people turned their facesA neighbor ran from the movie house, chickens they were scatteredHe swore he saw upon the screen, jim dean of indianaHe played a boy without a home, torn with no tomorrowReaching out to touch someone, a stranger in the shadowThe winslows left for the movie town, they drove across the countryThey hoped that he would stay around and they hoped he would be friendlyHe talked to them for half an hour but he was busy racingHe left for the grapevine road[1], they left for indianaThen marcus heard on the radio that a movie star was dyingHe turned the tuner way down low, so ortense could go on sleepingIt was not until they reached the farm where the hired man was waitingThe wind rushed silent through the grain, it was just as they had told himThey buried him just down the road, a mile from the farm houseThat is where I placed a flower for jim dean of indiana./pre>