Indiana

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 its 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 its 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