Originally posted by BuddyHorn
Well my little brother was just ten years old.
When we hit bad weather and hid in the hole.
We could see Texas, it was only a mile
And oh little brother I remember your smile
In Indian-ola....
My dad built a saw mill. Of Cyprus and stone.
It was there on Medina, where we made our home
It was year 1850, and I sent for my girl
oh frauline come meet me, in this brand new world
In Indian-ola...
I saw him in concert in Muenster. I was drunker than shit and part of the "crew". My buddy at work is part of the Muenster Jaycees and built the beer trailer that they have there. We set it up that morning and in return had free beer all damn day. Holy shit, you take a guy with Kraut blood and give him free beer from 0800 on. . . . bad things man.... bad things.