Lorraine Feather — Indiana Lana lyrics
The page contains the lyrics of the song "Indiana Lana" by Lorraine Feather.
Lyrics
Indiana Lana was a runner out of Gary, Indiana. Never was a runner who could
beat the time of Indiana Lana. When she was only one, She jumped up and began
to run. She ran around the apple tree, Until you couldn’t even see a blur.
«Now, get her!»
Soon the baby Lana was the dinner table talk of Indiana, Our budding champion!
Oh baby, how she could cover ground
Quicker than a rabbit, with a habit Of passing every car in Indiana.
«Way to go, Lana!» How that little girl ran around
Once she started movin', Couldn’t hardly stop. She raced her brother’s pickup
truck To the bait and tackle shop. The boys all found it funny, Till it hurt
their pride To see that squirt smoke everybody’s ride
High school brought her Track and Field, And though she’d always fly,
Something never quite appealed, And Lana told me why:
Pontiacs and Oldsmobiles Were really more her speed. She needed horsepower at
her heels To revel in her lead
One day, at the end of May, She jogged up to Thunder Bay, Then thought it might
be fun To run down to Indianapolis Town
Got to the place Where there was a race, Onto the speedway, Into the lead, hey,
I don’t jive, She won the Indy Five
Indiana Lana was a runner out of Gary, Indiana. Never was a Hummer who could
beat the time of Indiana Lana. She yelled «First place or bust!» Then made
those race cars eat her dust. She ran around the track, and back Around the
track, and back around the track. «You go, girl!»
Who began again to be the dinner table talk of Indiana? Our home-grown champion!
Oh baby, how she could cover ground
Quicker than a rabbit, with a habit Of passing every car in Indiana.
«Way to go, Lana!» How that little girl ran a- How that little girl,
How that little girl, How that little girl ran around!