Текст песни Back Home Again In Indiana - Bob Wills & His Texas Playboys
                                                Back 
                                                home 
                                                again 
                                                in 
                                                Indiana
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                it 
                                                seems 
                                                that 
                                                    I 
                                                can 
                                                see
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                gleaming 
                                                candlelight 
                                                still 
                                                shining 
                                                bright
 
                                    
                                
                                                Through 
                                                the 
                                                sycamores 
                                                for 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                new 
                                                mown 
                                                hay 
                                                sends 
                                                all 
                                                its 
                                                fragrance
 
                                    
                                
                                                From 
                                                the 
                                                fields 
                                                    I 
                                                used 
                                                to 
                                                roam
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                    I 
                                                dream 
                                                about 
                                                the 
                                                moonlight 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                Wabash
 
                                    
                                
                                                Then 
                                                    I 
                                                long 
                                                for 
                                                my 
                                                Indiana 
                                                home
 
                                    
                                
                                                Back 
                                                home 
                                                again 
                                                in 
                                                Indiana
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                it 
                                                seems 
                                                that 
                                                    I 
                                                can 
                                                see
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                gleaming 
                                                candlelight 
                                                still 
                                                shining 
                                                bright
 
                                    
                                
                                                Through 
                                                the 
                                                sycamores 
                                                for 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                new 
                                                mown 
                                                hay 
                                                sends 
                                                all 
                                                its 
                                                fragrance
 
                                    
                                
                                                From 
                                                the 
                                                fields 
                                                    I 
                                                used 
                                                to 
                                                roam
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                    I 
                                                dream 
                                                about 
                                                the 
                                                moonlight 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                Wabash
 
                                    
                                
                                                Then 
                                                    I 
                                                long 
                                                for 
                                                my 
                                                Indiana 
                                                home
 
                                    
                                
                            1 No Matter How She Done It
2 Bluin' the Blues
3 Get Along Home, Cindy
4 What's The Matter With The Mill?
5 Sugar Blues
6 Basin Street Blues
7 Too Busy
8 Back Home Again In Indiana
9 Mean Mama Blues
10 Bring It On Down to My House
11 Swing Blues #1
12 Swing Blues #2
13 White Heat
14 Dedicated to You
15 Playboy Stomp
16 Steel Guitar Stomp
17 Rosetta
18 Bleeding Hearted Blues
19 Tie Me to Your Apron Strings Again
20 Never No More Hard Times Blues
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