Up In Indiana Lyrics - Lovett Lyle

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 a rope 

Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows 

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 

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 thinkin' 'bout a girl named Rose 

Hair blond as hay and long as a rope 

Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows 

I do a little thinkin' 'bout a girl named Rose 

Hell don't care, heaven knows 

I'm up in Indiana where the tall corn grows 

She looked over 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 blonde as hay and long as a rope 

Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows 

I do a little thinkin' 'bout a girl named Rose 

Hell don't care, 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 floatin' on the river 

Out in the night ? 

Laying on the bank with a fishing bow 

Instead of cutting this corn and losing my soul 

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 a rope 

Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows 

I do a little thinkin' 'bout a girl named Rose 

Hell don't care, 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 

Standin' tall and satisfied 

Like to try to run but I just might die 

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 a rope 

Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows 

I do a little thinkin' 'bout a girl named Rose 

Hell don't care, heaven knows 

I'm 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 a rope 

Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows 

I do a little thinkin' bout a girl named Rose 

Hell don't care, heaven knows 

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