Bob Barrick, Joshua Lee Turner - Hoosier Suite

I was on my way back home
When I saw that you had called me
Rumble strips a'thunderin'
When I checked my phone

I never thought it'd end like this
Though I kind of always knew it would
Now I'm on the hill or under it
Whatever helps you sleep at night

Don't you cry
I'll see you soon

Who's that you're leaning on
All of this time
It coulda been mine
It coulda been mine
It coulda been mine

Now I'm goin'
Where there air's so close anymore
Back home again in Indiana
I'm due out this morn

Open highway don't remind me
What I'm goin' for
Back home again in Indiana
I'm gonna see my dad and mom

Oh, the moonlight on the Wabash
Oh, the sunlight in my eye

Now I'm goin'
Where nobody knows my name anymore
Back home again in Indiana
Is like shipping off to war
Back home again in Indiana
Is like shipping off to war

Home again
Indiana
Just in time
To hear cicadas

Devil rhythm beating rust across the fields
Breathing music from a wound that never heals

I've got a name
I don't remember
An old flame's
Reduced to embers

I don't love no one and nobody loves me
When I was young I always dreamed of being free
Now here we are

So, tell me who's that you're leaning on
All of this time
It coulda been mine that you're leaning on
All of this time
It coulda been mine
It coulda been mine
It coulda been mine
It coulda been mine

Written by:
Joshua Turner, Robert Barrick

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