Lyle Lovett – Up In Indiana (Guitar)

Capo 2
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Lovett plays this song in the Key of G, his guitar capoed on the 4th fret. (Please see the note below about the mixed time signatures) [Intro]
|A                              |
 Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows

  |A                         |             |
 I do a little thinkin' 'bout a girl named Rose

|A                            |  |
 Hair blond as hay and long as a row

|A                              |   |
 Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows

|A                       Em       |A
 Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows

  |A                           |Em              |
 I do a little thinkin' 'bout a girl named Rose

|A                    A/C#  |D
 Hell don't care, but heaven knows

   |A                       Em       |A
I'm up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
[Verse]
A                           Em  |A      |
Mama, say a prayer for your only son ...

A                      |Em                |
God forgive him all the wrong he's done ..

A                         A/C#     |D       |
All he ever wanted was to have some fun ...

             A                      Em      A
And now he's up in Indiana 'til his time is done
[Chorus]
A                       Em        A
Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows

  A                            Em
I do a little thinkin' 'bout a girl named Rose

A                     A/C#      D
Hair blond as hay and long as a row

A                       Em        A
Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows

  A                            Em
I do a little thinkin' 'bout a girl named Rose

A                    A/C#   D
Hell don't care, but heaven knows

    A                       Em        A        |A   |
I'm up in Indiana where the tall corn grows ... ....
[Verse]
A                 Em    |A
She looked all of twenty two ...

  A                 |Em
A man could drown in eyes so blue ..

    A                 A/C#   |D
And now I've got some time to kill ...

     A                  Em   A
In a little town called Henryville
[Chorus]
A                       Em        A
Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows

  A                            Em
I do a little thinkin' 'bout a girl named Rose

A                     A/C#      D
Hair blond as hay and long as a row

A                       Em        A
Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows

  A                            Em
I do a little thinkin' 'bout a girl named Rose

A                    A/C#   D
Hell don't care, but heaven knows

   |A(4)                    Em        A    |
I'm up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
[Mandolin solo] | A.... | A.. Em.. | A.. A/C#. D. | A.. Em. | A.. | [Fiddle Solo] | A... | A.. Em.. | A.. A/C#. | D.... | A.. Em. | A.... | A.... | [Verse]
A                             Em    |A
Workin' on the line ain't the life I know ...

           A                           |Em
Wish I was floatin' on the river out in Idaho ..

   A                         A/C#   |D
Or layin' on the bank with a fishin' pole ...

           A                     Em        A
Instead of cuttin' this corn and losin' my soul
[Chorus]
A                       Em        A
Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows

  A                            Em
I do a little thinkin' 'bout a girl named Rose

A                     A/C#      D
Hair blond as hay and long as a row

A                       Em        A
Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows

  A                            Em
I do a little thinkin' 'bout a girl named Rose

A                    A/C#   D
Hell don't care, but heaven knows

   |A(4)                    Em        A    |
I'm up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
[Acoustic Guitar solo] | A.... | A.. Em.. | A.. A/C#. D. | A.. Em. A. | [Resonator Solo] | A... | A.. Em.. | A.. A/C#. | D.... | A.. Em. | A.... | A.... | [Verse]
A                  Em        |A
Miles and miles as they march by ...

     A              |Em
They lift their ears up to the sky ..

A                 A/C# |D
Standin' tall and satis-fied ...

        A                Em         A
Like to try to run but I just might die
[Chorus]
A                       Em        A
Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows

  A                            Em
I do a little thinkin' 'bout a girl named Rose

A                     A/C#      D
Hair blond as hay and long as a row

A                       Em        A
Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows

  A                            Em
I do a little thinkin' 'bout a girl named Rose

A                    A/C#   D
Hell don't care, but heaven knows

    A                       Em        A
I'm up in Indiana where the tall corn grows

  A                            Em
I do a little thinkin' 'bout a girl named Rose

A                     A/C#      D
Hair blond as hay and long as a row

A                       Em        A
Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows

  A                            Em
I do a little thinkin' 'bout a girl named Rose

A                    A/C#   D   | D |
Hell don't care, but heaven knows

    A                       Em        A
I'm up in Indiana where the tall corn grows

A                       Em         A
Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows

A                       Em         A
Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
--------------------------------------- Charted by Dexex How to count this chart: Lovett mixes in 2/4 and 3/4 measures along with the dominant 4/4 time. But it's not random, there's a pattern to it. A number in parentheses (#) below indicates the number of beats in that measure. |A(3) Em |A(4) Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows ... |A(2) |Em(4) | I do a little thinkin' 'bout a girl named Rose .. |A(3) A/C# |D(4) | Hair blond as hay and long as a row ... |A(3) Em |A(4) Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows ... |A(2) |Em(4) | I do a little thinkin' 'bout a girl named Rose .. |A(3) A/C# |D(4) Hell don't care, but heaven knows ... |A(3) Em |A(4) | I'm up in Indiana where the tall corn grows ... Note: the last line this pattern changes prior to instrumental solos
   |A(4)                    Em        A    |
I'm up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
The instrumental breaks, built on the chorus, are not consistent with the pattern of the chorus.