Johnny:
Back home again in Indiana. ..

Bobby:
Ah,. .. talk about the South!

Johnny:
And it seems that I can see
The gleaming candlelight
Still shinin' bright
Through the sycamores for me.
The new mown hay
Sends all it´s fragrance. ..

Bobby:
You know 'bout that jazz.

Johnny:
From the fields I used to roam.

Bobby: I´m a Yankee myself.

Johnny:
When I dream about the moonlight on the
Wabash then I long for my Indian home.

Bobby:
Sounds like it could be fun!

Back home again in Indiana. ..

Johnny: Way out west!

Bobby:
And it seems that I can see. ..

Johnny: See what?

Bobby: The gleaming' candlelight. ..

Johnny: One watt.

Bobby:
Still shinin' bright
Through the sycamores for me.
The new mown hay. ..

Johnny: Cut it yourself?

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Yeah,. .. sends all it´s fragrance
From the fields I use to roam.

Johnny: Roamin' in the gloamin'.

Bobby:
When I dream about the moonlight on the
Wabash then I long for my Indiana home.

Johnny:
When the meadowlark
Is singin' in the springtime. ..

Bobby:
I want to sing a little swing.

Johnny:
I got the key, just follow me.
Scat sing.

Bobby: You mean? Scat sing.

Both: Scat sing.

Johnny:
When things are peachy
On the old Ogichee. ..

Bobby: Where the heck is that?

When they start to shiver
On the Hudson River. ..

Johnny:
I know where that is!

Bobby: Yeah!

Johnny:
I dream of my Indiana. ..

Bobby:
New York and Old Savannah. ..

Both:
Dream of my Indiana home.
Scat sing