Johnny Mercer
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