| G | D | |
| Got a tow, from a gu | y named Joe |
| Am | C | G | |
| cost sixty dollars hope I don't run out | of dough |
| G | D | |
| told me about a sex offense put him three days in jail |
| Am | C | G | |
| stuck in indianapolis hope I live to tell the t | ale |
| chorus, same chords: |
| 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 hometown |
| Is this hell or Indianapolis with no way to get around |
| Called my girl to tell her of the trouble that I had |
| first time I called her in 10 days, I guess I made her mad |
| Far as she's concerned I belong in his Hoosier state |
| stuck in Indianapolis with no way to set things straight |
| chorus, then harmonica lead over one verse of chords |
| Sittin in this bar it's gettin more than I can stand |
| if I could catch a ride I really think I'd ditch this band |
| Who knows what this repair will cost, scared to spend a dime |
| I'll puke if that jukebox plays John Cougar one more time |
| strum |
| but 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 hands of them boys down at Firestone |
| stuck in Indianapolis, feelin' all alone. |
| chorus, repeat last line |
| harp solo over one verse and out |