Johnny:    Back home again in Indiana …       Bobby:    Ah, ... talk about the South!       Johnny:    And it seems that I can see    The gleaming candlelight    Still shinin' bright    Through the sycamores for me.    The new mown hay    Sends all its fragrance ...       Bobby:    You know 'bout that jazz.       Johnny:    From the fields I used to roam.       Bobby:    I'm a Yankee myself.       Johnny:    When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash    then I long for my Indian home.       Bobby:    Sounds like it could be fun!       Back home again in Indiana …       Johnny:    Way out west!       Bobby:    And it seems that I can see ...       Johnny:    See what?       Bobby:    The gleaming' candlelight ...       Johnny:    One watt.       Bobby:    Still shinin' bright    Through the sycamores for me.    The new mown hay ...       Johnny:    Cut it yourself?       Bobby:    Yeah, ... sends all its fragrance    From the fields I use to roam.       Johnny:    Roamin' in the gloamin'.       Bobby:    When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash    then I long for my Indiana home.       Johnny:    When the meadowlark    Is singin' in the springtime ...       Bobby:    I want to sing a little swing.       Johnny:    I got the key, just follow me.    Scat sing.       Bobby:    You mean?    Scat sing.       Both:    Scat sing.       Johnny:    When things are peachy    On the old Ogichee ...       Bobby:    Where the heck is that?       When they start to shiver    On the Hudson River ...       Johnny:    I know where that is!       Bobby : Yeah!       Johnny:    I dream of my Indiana ...       Bobby:    New York and Old Savannah ...       Both:    Dream of my Indiana home.    Scat sing