| Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
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| I do a little thinkin bout a girl named Rose
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| Hair blond as hay and long as rope
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| Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
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| Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
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| I do a little thinkin bout a girl named Rose
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| Hell don’t care but Heaven knows
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| I’m up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
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| Mama say a prayer for your only son
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| God, forgive him, all the wrong he’s done
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| All he ever wanted is to have some fun
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| And now he’s up in Indiana till his time is done
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| Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
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| I do a little thinkin bout a girl named Rose
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| Hair blond as hay and long as rope
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| Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
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| She looked over 22
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| A man could drown in eyes so blue
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| And now I’ve got some time to kill
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| In a little town called Henryville
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| Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
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| I do a little thinkin bout a girl named Rose
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| Hair blond as hay and long as rope
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| Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
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| I do a little thinkin bout a girl named Rose
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| Hell don’t care but Heaven knows
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| I’m up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
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| Working on the line ain’t the life I know
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| Wish I was floatin’on the river out at night
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| Laying on the bank with a fishing bow
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| Instead of cutting this corn and losing my soul
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| I do a little thinkin bout a girl named Rose
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| Hell don’t care but Heaven knows
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| I’m up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
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| Miles and miles as they march back
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| They lift their ears up to the sky
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| Standing tall and satisfied
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| Like to try to run but I just might die
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| I’m up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
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| Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
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| Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows |