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Lyle Lovett

Up In Indiana

 

Up In Indiana

(album: It's Not Big It's Large - 2007)


Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
I do a little thinking bout a girl named Rose
Hair blond as hay and long as rope
Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows

Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
I do a little thinking bout a girl named Rose
Hell don't care but Heaven knows
I'm up in Indiana where the tall corn grows

Mama say a prayer for your only son
God, forgive him, all the wrong he's done
All he ever wanted is to have some fun
And now he's up in Indiana till his time is done

Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
I do a little thinking bout a girl named Rose
Hair blond as hay and long as rope
Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows

She looked all of 22
A man could drown in eyes so blue
And now I've got some time to kill
In a little town called Henryville

Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
I do a little thinkin bout a girl named Rose
Hair blond as hay and long as rope
Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows

I do a little thinkin bout a girl named Rose
Hell don't care but Heaven knows
I'm up in Indiana where the tall corn grows

Working on the line ain't the life I know
Wish I was floating on the river out in Idaho
Laying on the bank with a fishing bow
Instead of cutting this corn and losing my soul

I do a little thinking bout a girl named Rose
Hell don't care but Heaven knows
I'm up in Indiana where the tall corn grows

Miles and miles as they march back
They lift their ears up to the sky
Standing tall and satisfied
Like to try to run but I just might die

I'm up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows

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