Indiana - Bobby Darin
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? Bobby: 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
Artist: Bobby Darin
Title: Indiana