Jayber Crow
Текст песни Of Indiana

I am of Indiana
The Crossroads of America

When I was still a small kid
We took trips to Michigan

I sat in the backseat
With my sister and we looked
Out the window glass

Fields passed by
And we'd ask:

How long till we get home?
How long till we get home?
How long till we get home?
How long till we get home?

But now it's time for me to get goin'
Chase my fate, move out on my own

But as I pack my bags,
Still one question nags:

How long till we get home?
How long till we get home?
How long till we get home?
How long till we get home?

So how long till we get home?
How long till we get home?
So how long till we get home?
How long till we get home?
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