Jimmy Dean Back Home Again In Indiana
Back home again in Indiana oh it seems that I can see
That gleaming candlelight still burning bright
Through the sycamores for me
That new mown hay sends all its fragrance
From the fields I used to roam
Oh I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash
Then I long for my Indiana home
Back home again in Indiana oh it seems that I can see
That gleaming candlelight still flickering bright
Through the sycamores for me
Lotsa mown hay sends all its fragrance
From the fields I used to roam
When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash
And I long for my Indiana home
