Tekst: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