Now
I know why I'm blue,
and I'm melancholy right through.
There's a spark not far away,
seems to haunt me night and day.
Picture me, can't you see,
just how doggone happy I'll be?
Every night there's a candlelight,
in all my dreams it seems I'm fast.
In Indiana, Indiana,
in my dreams I'm roaming,
and to the shady globe where
I was born.
I'm going back to Indiana,
Indiana.
Could anything be grander than that?
Just me and a few pieces of corn.
I miss that little homestead
With a heart of lead fed on sunshine
I see a lady so fair in a rocking chair there
Alone I'll leave tonight
About eleven I'll be in heaven
Tomorrow morning seven
When I'm in my home
sweet Indiana home
One o 'clock, you'll find
me in a lower berth
Two o 'clock, I'll start
to dream for all I'm worth
Three o 'clock, we'll start
the Pullman Symphony
Everybody snoring in a different key
Four o 'clock, I'll kinda
open up my eyes
Five o 'clock, the Indiana sun will rise
Six o 'clock, the engineer will
give the alarm.
Seven o 'clock, you'll find me in my
love and mammy's arms,
I'm going back to Indiana.
Indiana, could anything be grander
than to just be at the Disney
World Park?
I'll that little homestead
where my heart'll be fed on sunshine.
I'll see a lady so fair in
a rocking chair.
There ain't no home I'll
keep in sight.
About eleven, I'll be in heaven
tomorrow morn.
Let's say,
but when I'm with my home
sweet Indiana home.