Back home again in Indiana,
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And it seems that I can see
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The gleaming candle light, still burning bright,
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Through the Sycamores for me.
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The new-mown hay sends all its fragnance
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Through the fields I used to roam.
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When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash
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Then I long for my Indiana home.
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[ piano ]
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(When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash
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Then I long for my Indiana home sweet home)
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Back home again in Indiana...
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(Indiana Indiana Indiana home)
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Back Home Again In Indiana
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| Eddy Arnold |
