Give me that Indian summer in Indiana
I wish that I were there
Where the friendly people with the friendly smile
Always shake your hand and wanna chat a while
I miss the smell of October in Indiana
The honeysuckle in the air
But most of all I miss the one I left behind that day
One Indian summer in Indiana far away
Saturday night in Indiana
Is the night when people start to congregate
They never wait to have a typical low down Indiana hoedown
Everybody's gay drinking applejack
One step forward and two steps back
Think to a honeysuckle, have fun
Dropping off a nickel in a nickelodeon
I feel close when I think of Indiana
I hope and pray that I'll be home someday
Because I know that's where I want to be
But most of all I miss the one I left behind that day
One Indian summer (I-N-D-I-A-N-A) in Indiana (I-N-D-I-A-N-A) far away
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