When it's winter time in Indiana,
And the gentle breezes blow,
About seventy miles an hour
And it's fifty-two below.
You can tell you're in Indiana
'Cause the snow's up to your butt,
And you take a breath of winter air
And your nose holes both freeze shut.
The weather here is wonderful,
So I guess I'll hang around;
Anyways..
I could NEVER leave Indiana now,
My feet are frozen
to the ground.
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