Back Home Again (Indiana)

Driving through these old rollin' hills
to the closest place to heaven I know.
Heading north through Kentucky to the only place I’ll ever call home.
I’m leaving the Bluegrass State behind.
Waiting for me, on the other side.
Fields of corn, factories, small family farms.
Kids playing basketball, hoop on a red barn.
Crankin' up John Mellencamp on I-65, I drive past his small town.
This Hoosier State feels like a long lost friend.
Damn its good to be back home again in Indiana.
Sometimes I feel just like I’m James Dean, out on the road, chasing my dream.
But now I’ve returned to where my home fires burn, and I never wanna leave.
Back to the place where I belong. Gonna let these country roads take me home.
Fields of corn, factories, small family farms.
Kids playing basketball, hoop on a red barn.
Crankin' up John Mellencamp on I-65, I drive past his small town.
This Hoosier State feels like a long lost friend.
Damn its good to be back home again in Indiana.
The only place where I want to live my life.
Where I was born and raised, where they’ll lay me when I die.
Fields of corn, and soy beans, small family farms.
Kids playing basketball, hoop on a red barn.
Crankin' up John Mellencamp on I-65, I’m heading to my small town.
This Hoosier State feels like a long lost friend.
Damn its good to be back home again in Indiana.
Oh Indiana
Driving across that Ohio River to the closest place to heaven I know.