Indiana

Johnny: Back home again in Indiana ... Bobby: Ah, ... talk about the South! Johnny: And it seems that I can see The gleaming candlelight Still shinin' bright Through the sycamores for me. The new mown hay Sends all its fragrance ... Bobby: You know 'bout that jazz. Johnny: From the fields I used to roam. Bobby: I'm a Yankee myself. Johnny: When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash Then I long for my Indian home. Bobby: Sounds like it could be fun! Back home again in Indiana ... Johnny: Way out west! Bobby: And it seems that I can see ... Johnny: See what? Bobby: The gleaming' candlelight ... Johnny: One watt. Bobby: Still shinin' bright Through the sycamores for me. The new mown hay ... Johnny: Cut it yourself? Bobby: Yeah, ... sends all its fragrance From the fields I use to roam. Johnny: Roamin' in the gloamin'. Bobby: When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash Then I long for my Indiana home. Johnny: When the meadowlark Is singin' in the springtime ... Bobby: I want to sing a little swing. Johnny: I got the key, just follow me. Scat sing. Bobby: You mean? Scat sing. Both: Scat sing. Johnny: When things are peachy On the old Ogichee ... Bobby: Where the heck is that? When they start to shiver On the Hudson River ... Johnny: I know where that is! Bobby: Yeah! Johnny: I dream of my Indiana ... Bobby: New York and Old Savannah ... Both: Dream of my Indiana home. Scat sing