Up in Indiana by Lyle Lovett
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Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
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I do a little thinkin bout a girl named Rose
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Hair blond as hay and long as rope
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Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
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Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
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I do a little thinkin bout a girl named Rose
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Hell don't care but Heaven knows
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I'm up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
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Mama say a prayer for your only son
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God, forgive him, all the wrong he¡¯s done
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All he ever wanted is to have some fun
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And now he¡¯s up in Indiana till his time is done
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Chorus
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She looked over 22
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A man could drown in eyes so blue
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And now I¡¯ve got some time to kill
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In a little town called Henryville
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Chorus
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Working on the line ain¡¯t the life I know
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Wish I was floatin¡¯ on the river out at night ____?
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Laying on the bank with a fishing bow
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Instead of cutting this corn and losing my soul
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Chorus
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Miles and miles as they march back
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They lift their ears up to the sky
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Standing tall and satisfied
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Like to try to run but I just might die
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I¡¯m up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
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Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
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Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
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Up In Indiana
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| Lyle Lovett |
