Indiana - Bobby Darin

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