Up in Indiana, where the tall corn grows I do a little thinking 'bout a girl named Rose Hair blond as hay and long as a row Up in Indiana, where the tall corn grows Up in Indiana, where the tall corn grows I do a little thinking 'bout a girl named Rose Hell don't care but Heaven knows I'm up in Indiana where the tall corn grows Mama, say a prayer for your only son God, forgive him all the wrong he's done All he ever wanted was to have some fun Now he's up in Indiana 'til his time is done Up in Indiana, where the tall corn grows I do a little thinking 'bout a girl named Rose Hair blond as hay and long as a row Up in Indiana, where the tall corn grows I do a little thinking 'bout a girl named Rose Hell don't care but Heaven knows I'm up in Indiana where the tall corn grows She looked all of twenty-two A man could drown in eyes so blue But now I've got some time to kill In a little town called Henryville Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows I do a little thinking 'bout a girl named Rose Hair blond as hay and long as a row Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows I do a little thinking 'bout a girl named Rose Hell don't care but Heaven knows I'm up in Indiana where the tall corn grows Working on the line ain't the life I know Wish I was floating on the river out in Idaho Or laying on the bank with a fishing pole Instead of cutting this corn and losing my soul Up in Indiana, where the tall corn grows I do a little thinking 'bout a girl named Rose Hair blond as hay and long as a row Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows I do a little thinking 'bout a girl named Rose Hell don't care but Heaven knows I'm up in Indiana where the tall corn grows Miles and miles, as they march by They lift their ears up to the sky Standing tall and satisfied Well, I'd try to run, but I just might die Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows I do a little thinking 'bout a girl named Rose Hair blond as hay and long as a row Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows I do a little thinking 'bout a girl named Rose Hell don't care but Heaven knows I'm up in Indiana where the tall corn grows I do a little thinking 'bout a girl named Rose Hair blond as hay and long as a row Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows I do a little thinking 'bout a girl named Rose Hell don't care but Heaven knows I'm up in Indiana where the tall corn grows Up in Indiana, where the tall corn grows Up in Indiana, where the tall corn grows