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IN A LITTLE RED BARN
By Joe Young, Jean Schwartz & Milton Ager
Copyright 1934

1. I was born 'way down in Indiana.
Wish that I were there right now.
Want to hear my dog bow-wow
When I go to milk the cow.
Raised on corn 'way down in Indiana,
So was ev'ry little hen.
I was mighty happy then.
Wish that I were back again:

CHORUS: In a little red barn on a farm down in Indiana,
Let me lay my back on a stack of new-mown hay.
'Round the barnyard where the farmyard folks are pally,
Let me dilly-dally all the livelong day.
I'm a Hoosier who's blue, through and through, and my heart is pining
For the sycamore trees where the Wabash breezes play.
What's more, I'm pining for a yellow moon that's shining
On a little red barn on a farm down Indiana way.

2. Work was done 'way down in Indiana,
Picked the eggs the chickens lay;
Pushed the plow and pitched the hay;
Ev'ry day a busy day.
Had my fun 'way down in Indiana
When the sun would go to rest.
Saw it sinkin' in the west;
That's the time I liked the best. CHORUS

[Sung by Don Fields and His Pony Boys on "Last Sessions and Historic WDEV Broadcasts," Multicultural Media CD #4004, 2005.]