Lyle Lovett - Up In Indiana Lyrics

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.

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 'til 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 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.

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 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 floatin' on the river out in Idaho,
Layin' 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 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.

Miles and miles as they march by
They lift their ears up to the sky
Standing 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 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.

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.

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