Indiana

[Verse 1: Dean Martin & (Bing Crosby)

Back home again in Indiana (Ah, talk about the South)

And it seems that I can see

The gleaming candlelight still shining bright

Through the sycamores for me

The new-mown hay sends all its fragrance (You know about that jazz)

From the fields I used to roam (I'm a Yankee myself)

When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash

Then I long for my Indiana home (Sounds like it could be fun)

Back home again in Indiana (Way out west)

And it seems that I can see (See what?)

The gleaming candlelight (What, what?)

Still shining bright

Through the sycamores for me

The new-mown hay sends all its fragrance

From the fields I used to roam (Roaming in the gloaming)

When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash

Then I long for my Indiana home

When the meadowlark is singing in the springtime

I want to sing a little swing

I got the key, just follow me

-Scatting

When things are peachy on the old Ogeechee (Where the heck is that?)

When they start to shiver on the Hudson River (I know where that is)

Then I dream of my Indiana (New York and old Savannah)

Dream of my Indiana home

-Scatting