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[Verse 1]
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It was on an Indiana farm in the middle of the country
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Growin' in the fields of grain, Jim Dean of Indiana

[Verse 2]
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His mother died when he was a boy, his father was a stranger
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Marcus Winslow took him in, nobody seemed to want him
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The hired man sang like a storm, sometimes he'd beat him
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'Cause he would never do the chores, he was lost in dreaming

[Verse 3]
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He never seemed to find a play with the flatlands and the farmers
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So he had to leave one day, he said to be an actor
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Once he'd come back to the farm with starlets from the stages
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They locked themselves inside his room, the people turned their faces

[Verse 4]
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A neighbor ran from the movie house, chickens they were scattered
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He swore he saw upon the screen, Jim Dean of Indiana
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He played a boy without a home, torn with no tomorrow
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Reaching out to touch someone, a stranger in the shadow

[Verse 5]
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The Winslows left for the movie town, they drove across the country
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They hoped that he would stay around and they hoped he would be friendly
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He talked to them for half an hour but he was busy racing
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He left for the Grapevine Road, they left for Indiana

[Verse 6]
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Then Marcus heard on the radio that a movie star was dying
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He turned the tuner way down low, so Ortense could go on sleeping
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It was not until they reached the farm where the hired man was waiting
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The wind rushed silent through the grain, it was just as they had told him

[Otro]
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They buried him just down the road, a mile from the farm house
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That is where I placed a flower for Jim Dean of Indiana.