| There ain’t no way to tell a man why a river flows
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| Or how a diamond can be born out of busted coal
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| There ain’t a word that I can find to describe her touch
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| I can’t deny that I would follow her through flame and flood
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| I got a ticket on a bus leavin' New Orleans
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| I’ll say a prayer that every single light turns green
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| I’ll buy a cheap bouquet at the flower shop
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| And hope she waits for me at the final stop, oh, she will
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| I’m going back to Indiana now
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| To see my baby in her evening gown
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| And even if the world is burning down
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| I’m going back to Indiana now
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| I’ve played guitar each night for the finest kinda
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| I’ve left a whole lotta chance on the road behind
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| I don’t believe in fate I call it destiny
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| And if I’m lucky yet, she’ll keep a place for me, oh, she will
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| I’m going back to Indiana now
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| To see my baby in her evening gown
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| And even if the world is burning down
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| I’m going back to Indiana now
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| I’ve got a photo of her standing near an orange tree
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| I keep it hidden in my pocket with a rosary
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| I told the driver of the bus that he had a deal |
| And by the morning I’ll be with her in the golden fields
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| I’m going back to Indiana now
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| To see my baby in her evening gown
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| And even if the world is burning down
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| I’m going back to Indiana now |