Bobby Darin

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 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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