Johnny:
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Back home again in Indiana …
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Bobby:
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Ah, ... talk about the South!
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Johnny:
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And it seems that I can see
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The gleaming candlelight
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Still shinin’ bright
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Through the sycamores for me.
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The new mown hay
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Sends all its fragrance ...
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Bobby:
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You know ‘bout that jazz.
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Johnny:
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From the fields I used to roam.
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Bobby:
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I’m a Yankee myself.
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Johnny:
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When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash
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then I long for my Indian home.
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Bobby:
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Sounds like it could be fun!
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Back home again in Indiana …
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Johnny:
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Way out west!
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Bobby:
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And it seems that I can see ...
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Johnny:
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See what?
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Bobby:
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The gleaming’ candlelight ...
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Johnny:
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One watt.
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Bobby:
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Still shinin’ bright
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Through the sycamores for me.
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The new mown hay ...
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Johnny:
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Cut it yourself?
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Bobby:
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Yeah, ... sends all its fragrance
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From the fields I use to roam.
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Johnny:
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Roamin’ in the gloamin’.
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Bobby:
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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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Johnny:
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When the meadowlark
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Is singin’ in the springtime ...
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Bobby:
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I want to sing a little swing.
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Johnny:
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I got the key, just follow me.
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Scat sing.
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Bobby:
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You mean?
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Scat sing.
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Both:
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Scat sing.
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Johnny:
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When things are peachy
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On the old Ogichee ...
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Bobby:
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Where the heck is that?
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When they start to shiver
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On the Hudson River ...
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Johnny:
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I know where that is!
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Bobby : Yeah!
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Johnny:
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I dream of my Indiana ...
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Bobby:
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New York and Old Savannah ...
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Both:
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Dream of my Indiana home.
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Scat sing
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Indiana
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| Bobby Darin |
