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
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 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
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 idaho 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 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
Miles and miles as they march by 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 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
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 Up in indiana where the tall corn grows Up in indiana where the tall corn grows
Compositor: Lyle Pearce Lovett ECAD: Obra #25329682