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