I can't recall if their name has surfaced or not over the last decade on the DBIS. I came late to the Bottle Rockets party, but am hoping in earnest to catch up. Their leader, Brian Henneman, is a sharp observer of people and the situations we get ourselves into, intentionally or otherwise. He writes with humor and empathy, never pulling his punches. Spend a few minutes with him as he recounts the tale of breaking down in Indianapolis.

Peter T.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iJVqJdKhh1A

Indianapolis

Got a tow from a guy named Joe Cost sixty dollars hope I don't run out of dough Told me bout a sex offense 'put him three days in jail Stuck in Indianapolis, hope I live to tell the tale

[Chorus] 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 home town Is this hell or Indianapolis with no way to get around

Called my girl to tell her of the trouble that I'd had First time I called her in ten days, guess that made her mad Far as she's concerned I belong in this Hoosier state Stuck in Indianapolis with no way to set things straight

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Sitting in this bar is getting more than I can stand If I could catch a ride I really think I'd ditch this van Who knows what this repair will cost, scared to spend a dime I'll puke if that jukebox plays John Cougar one more time

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 hand of them boys down at Firestone Stuck in Indianapolis feeling all alone

[Chorus] Is this hell or Indianapolis with no way to get around