Indiana Woman Lyrics

Well them New York neon lights can lead a boy so far from home

And that California dreamin's over rated Lord I know

Well in Paris, France the girls all dance and they put on a big show

But my Indiana Woman takes it slow

Yeah from the Northern Region down through the Circle City, that's the way I'm bound to roam

And you can bet she's waitin' there right by the door when I get home

She likes gettin' high American pie, makin' love in a thunderstorm

Yeah my Indiana Woman keeps me warm

Well I work hard and I play guitar in this old honky tonk cafe

My friends are there to help me a long the way

And when I get lost and lonely I seek comfort from above

But it's my Indiana Woman, taught me how to love

Back Home Again In Indiana that's the song I love to play

And when she knows I'm comin' home she's waitin' on that day

She's one helluva cook, you oughta take a look, she's the prettiest gal I know

Yeah my Indiana Woman takes it slow

Well I work hard and I play guitar in this old honky tonk cafe

My friends are there to help me a long the way

And when I get lost and lonely I seek comfort from above

But it's my Indiana Woman, taught me how to love

Yes it's that Indiana Woman, taught me, how to love