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Up in Indiana where the tall corn growsI do a little thinkin' 'bout a girl named RoseHair blond as hay and long as a ropeUp in Indiana where the tall corn growsUp in Indiana where the tall corn growsI do a little thinkin' 'bout a girl named RoseHell don't care but heaven knowsI'm up in Indiana where the tall corn growsMama, say a prayer for your only sonGod, forgive him, all the wrong he's doneAll he ever wanted is to have some funAnd now he's up in Indiana till his time is doneUp in Indiana where the tall corn growsI do a little thinkin' 'bout a girl named RoseHair blond as hay and long as a ropeUp in Indiana where the tall corn growsI do a little thinkin' 'bout a girl named RoseHell don't care, heaven knowsI'm up in Indiana where the tall corn growsShe looked over 22A man could drown in eyes so blueLetras de cancionesAnd now I've got some time to killIn a little town called HenryvilleUp in Indiana where the tall corn growsI do a little thinkin' bout a girl named RoseHair blonde as hay and long as a ropeUp in Indiana where the tall corn growsI do a little thinkin' 'bout a girl named RoseHell don't care, heaven knowsI'm up in Indiana where the tall corn growsWorking on the line ain't the life I knowWish I was floatin' on the riverOut in the night ?Laying on the bank with a fishing bowInstead of cutting this corn and losing my soulUp in Indiana where the tall corn growsI do a little thinkin' 'bout a girl named RoseHair blond as hay and long as a ropeUp in Indiana where the tall corn growsI do a little thinkin' 'bout a girl named RoseHell don't care, heaven knowsI'm up in Indiana where the tall corn growsMiles and miles as they march backThey lift their ears up to the skyStandin' tall and satisfiedLike to try to run but I just might dieUp in Indiana where the tall corn growsI do a little thinkin' 'bout a girl named RoseHair blond as hay and long as a ropeUp in Indiana where the tall corn growsI do a little thinkin' 'bout a girl named RoseHell don't care, heaven knowsI'm up in Indiana where the tall corn growsI do a little thinkin' 'bout a girl named RoseHair blond as hay and long as a ropeUp in Indiana where the tall corn growsI do a little thinkin' bout a girl named RoseHell don't care, heaven knowsI'm up in Indiana where the tall corn growsUp in Indiana where the tall corn growsUp in Indiana where the tall corn grows From Letras Mania