Sing A Song Of Splitting

There's a record that's getting aired on rock stations around Indianapolis, but it doesn't figure to make the Top 10 in Baltimore. One of the guitar players is Jim Irsay, the 25-year-old general manager of the Indianapolis Colts and son of club owner Bob Irsay. "My dad loves it," says Jim, who also wrote the lyrics to the flip side, Go Colts. "It's not his type or my mom's type of music. It's very Bruce Springsteen-like. Still, Dad pulls it out and plays it for his friends."

So here it is, folks, Hoosier Heartland:

Daddy called me up on the telephone.
"Son, is there anybody listenin'?
Are you alone?
It's goin' down tonight around 9 p.m.
The trucks are on their way as soon as I say when."

Well, the trucks pulled up to Baltimore.
The people 'round there didn't want us no more.
So we packed up our bags and drove out of town.
And 12 hours later we were Indybound.

Well, the Colts we had it tough a couple of years.
Just a lot of empty seats.
Lord, there was no one to cheer.
But we heard about a place that had a big white dome.
And it didn't take long for us to find a new home.

Hoosier Heartland, that's where we do roam.
Hoosier Heartland, get tin' down in the Hoosier Dome.
Hoosier Heartland, and the Indy Colts have found their home.