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I drive down the old country roads

Alone, and yet at peace, at home

I look at the fields all lush and green

Taken in the beauty, god is here it seems



Soy, golden grains of wheat and corn

How I love this place, I was born

I left once for greener pastures

What I was looking for I am not sure



Some say Indiana has no hills and is flat

As I top a hill, I wonder where they got that

I love my home, with its vast countryside

Here I was born; here I will die



Small, quiet and quaint are the towns

Drive for miles and not a soul to be around

Everyone here is a neighbor you have not met

Helping their neighbor without regrets



So give me Indiana over them fancy states

With statues and golden gates

I want a place where I live without fear

I want the place I hold so dear