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Jim Dean Of Indiana - Phil Ochs

It was on an Indiana farm

In the middle of the country

Growin' in the fields of grain

Jim Dean of Indiana

His mother died when he was a boy

His father was a stranger

Marcus Winslow took him in

Nobody seemed to want him

The hired man sang like a storm

Sometimes he'd beat him

'Cause he would never do the chores

He was lost in dreaming

He never seemed to find a play

With the flatlands and the farmers

So he had to leave one day

He said to be an actor

Once he'd come back to the farm

With starlets from the stages

They locked themselves inside his room

The people turned their faces

A neighbor ran from the movie house

Chickens they were scattered

He swore he saw upon the screen

Jim Dean of Indiana

He played a boy without a home

Torn with no tomorrow

Reaching out to touch someone

A stranger in the shadow

The Winslows left for the movie town

They drove across the country

They hoped that he would stay around

And they hoped he would be friendly

He talked to them for half an hour

But he was busy racing

He left for the Grapevine Road 1

They left for Indiana

Then Marcus heard on the radio

That a movie star was dying

He turned the tuner way down low

So Ortense could go on sleeping

It was not until they reached the farm

Where the hired man was waiting

The wind rushed silent through the grain

It was just as they had told him

They buried him just down the road

A mile from the farm house

That is where I placed a flower for Jim Dean of Indiana