Back home again in Indiana and it seems that I can sing
The gleaming candle light still shining bright through the Sickamores for me
A new born hay sends all its pragnance from the fields I used to roam
When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash
Then I long for my Indiana home
[ piano ]
(When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash
Then I long for my Indiana home sweet home)

Back home again in Indiana...
(Indiana Indiana Indiana home)