A popular song from 1922.
Words and music by Walter Donaldson.
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
- Never knew I’d be blue
Now I’m melancholy right thru
There’s a spot not far away
Kinda haunts me night and day
Picture me, can’t you see
Just how dog-gone happy I’d be
Ev’ry night there’s a candle light
In all my dreams it seems I’m
Chorus
Down in Indiana, Indiana
In my dreams I’m roamin’
Thru the shady gloamin’
Where I was born
I’ll go right back to Indiana, Indiana
Could anything be grander
Than to just meander the fields of corn
I love that little homestead
Where my heart’ll be fed on sunshine
I’ll meet a lady so fair
In a rocking chair there alone
I’ll leave tonight about eleven
I’ll be in Heaven tomorrow morn at seven
When I’m in my home Sweet Indiana Home
Patter
One o’clock you’ll find me in an upper berth
Two o’clock I’ll start to dream for all I’m worth
Three o’clock they start the Pullman symphony
Ev’rybody snoring in a diff’rent key
Four o’clock I’ll kinda open up my eyes
Five o’clock the Indiana sun will rise
Six o’clock the engineer will blow the alarm
Sev’n o’clock you’ll find me in my mammy’s arms, ‘Way
- ‘Wanna be, ‘wanna be
‘Neath the same old sycamore tree
What a peaceful atmosphere
Kinda fills my heart with cheer
Gonna smile all the while
When you smile you’re always in style
Homemade ham, corn and chicken am
My fav’rite fruit, I’ll scoot right
Sung here by Fred Feild: