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Pretty little Indiana farm
Working that field, doing no harm
Many's the chore, many's the charm
On a pretty little Indiana farm
Cow
in the pasture singing to me
A finer song and we agree
The sound is sweet and the stars are free
On a pretty little Indiana farm
Chicken
in the field, move that pen
Evening comes, better move it again
Turn a little bitty chick into a big fat hen
On a pretty little Indiana farm
Chorus
Chucking
that manure between those rows
Spring is here and the wind she blows
Little too much for this old nose
On a pretty little Indiana farm
Middle
of the night, a quarter past three
Dogs are barking at a critter they see
It's a late night barnyard symphony
On a pretty little Indiana farm
Chorus
Farmer's
daughter, sweet as can be
Boyfriend smiles and winks at me
Taking that walk to the old oak tree
On a pretty little Indiana farm
Sky
is blue and the field is brown
Clouds are pink when the sun goes down
At the edge of the sky at the edge of the town
By the pretty little Indiana farm
Chorus
©
by James Hersch/Whitewater Music
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