Indiana Bobby Darin & Johnny Mercer

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