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Batesville, Indiana was the nicest town around
With sober Catholic schools and German pubs galore
Every other street was a brick road going somewhere
And the gothic churches tower over stores
You didn't have to be a farmer in Batesville, Indiana
Hillenbrand was the savior to those folks
For a young man with potential to place chips on both his shoulders
He couldn't have been in better hands than those
He built beds for the sickly, while preaching to the meekly
No one turned away his helping hand
He stood higher than the people but lower than the steeple
In Batesville, Indiana where he worked at Hillenbrand
If there was a shroud of light in Batesville, Indiana
It would have been this fine and charming kid
With a wrench in his hand and a bible in the other
He worked there until the year that I turned ten
The day that this kid left Batesville, Indiana
Was the day that he married his yellow haired dame
With a house and a baby his future looked so bright
And Hillenbrand was there to help the way