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 Indiana 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 gleamin’
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.
Lyrics transcribed by Marilyn Brown and Jane Penny
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