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 the night [Incomprehensible] 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 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 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 © UNIVERSAL-SONGS OF POLYGRAM INT'L; LYLESONGS; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com