Up In Indiana - Lyle Lovett

Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows

I do a little thinkin bout a girl named Rose

Hair blond as hay and long as rope

Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows

Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows

I do a little thinkin bout a girl named Rose

Hell don’t care but Heaven knows

I’m up in Indiana where the tall corn grows

Mama say a prayer for your only son

God, forgive him, all the wrong he’s done

All he ever wanted is to have some fun

And now he’s up in Indiana till his time is done

Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows

I do a little thinkin bout a girl named Rose

Hair blond as hay and long as rope

Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows

She looked over 22

A man could drown in eyes so blue

And now I’ve got some time to kill

In a little town called Henryville

Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows

I do a little thinkin bout a girl named Rose

Hair blond as hay and long as rope

Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows

I do a little thinkin bout a girl named Rose

Hell don’t care but Heaven knows

I’m up in Indiana where the tall corn grows

Working on the line ain’t the life I know

Wish I was floatin’on the river out at night

Laying on the bank with a fishing bow

Instead of cutting this corn and losing my soul

I do a little thinkin bout a girl named Rose

Hell don’t care but Heaven knows

I’m up in Indiana where the tall corn grows

Miles and miles as they march back

They lift their ears up to the sky

Standing tall and satisfied

Like to try to run but I just might die

I’m up in Indiana where the tall corn grows

Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows

Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows