and I'm melancholy right through.
There's a spark not far away,
seems to haunt me night and day.
Picture me, can't you see,
just how doggone happy I'll be?
Every night there's a candlelight,
in all my dreams it seems I'm fast.
in my dreams I'm roaming,
and to the shady globe where
I'm going back to Indiana,
Could anything be grander than that?
Just me and a few pieces of corn.
I miss that little homestead
With a heart of lead fed on sunshine
I see a lady so fair in a rocking chair there
About eleven I'll be in heaven
One o 'clock, you'll find
to dream for all I'm worth
Three o 'clock, we'll start
Everybody snoring in a different key
Four o 'clock, I'll kinda
Five o 'clock, the Indiana sun will rise
Six o 'clock, the engineer will
Seven o 'clock, you'll find me in my
I'm going back to Indiana.
Indiana, could anything be grander
than to just be at the Disney
I'll that little homestead
where my heart'll be fed on sunshine.
I'll see a lady so fair in
About eleven, I'll be in heaven
but when I'm with my home
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