. . . on a farm down in Indiana, 1934.
Words and music by Joe Young, Jean Schwartz and Milton Ager.
Sheet music provided by Laurence Rubenstein:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
- I was born ‘way down in Indiana
Wish that I were there right now
Want to hear my dog bow-wow
When I go to milk the cow
Raised on corn ‘way down in Indiana
So was ev’ry little hen
I was mighty happy then
Wish that I were back again
Chorus
In a little red barn on a farm down in Indiana
Let me lay my back on a stack of new mown hay
‘Round the barnyard where the farmyard folks are pally
Let me dilly-dally all the livelong day
I’m a Hoosier who’s blue, thru and thru, and my heart is pining
For the sycamore trees where the Wabash breezes play
What’s more, I’m pining for a yellow moon that’s shining
On a little red barn on a farm down Indiana way
- Work was done ‘way down in Indiana
Picked the eggs the chickens lay
Pushed the plow and pitched the hay
Ev’ry day a busy day
Had my fun ‘way down in Indiana
When the sun would go to rest
Saw it sinkin’ in the West
That’s the time I liked the best
Sung here by Fred Feild: