Indiana

No matter where I am when I see an old cornfield
Well I’m never far from home
I see country boys running down an old dirt road
Out by Charlie Bowers' pond
We’d cough and choke on Ruby Burns' cigarettes
That we stole the day before
And on three beers, man how drunk that we could get
Well, these days it takes more
Those were the days of Indiana
That I will never see again
I might see a cornfield in Atlanta
But Indiana’s where I am
Daddy was a Green Beret in 1964
In Germany somewhere
When he came home he ran our household like the Corps
But my mama didn’t care
Mama was a bonafide full-blooded Chippewa
And you didn’t have to ask
Daddy took a job as a garbage man in town
Ah, but he didn’t raise no trash
Those were the days of Indiana
That I will never see again
I might see a cornfield in Atlanta
But Indiana’s where I am
An' all my friends have all grown up and moved away
And if you asked them, I know they would say
Those were the days of Indiana
That I will never see again
I might see a cornfield in Atlanta
But Indiana’s where I am