Friday, September 28, 2007
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Stephen Colbert's Threat Down
Just more proof that it's really Stephen Colbert who's lookin' out for you!
Monday, September 17, 2007
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Friday, September 14, 2007
Lyle Lovett on Conan
Lyle Lovett performs "Up In Indiana" from his new album "It's Not Big It's Large" on Conan:
Lyrics Up In Indiana by Lyle Lovett
- Transcribed by SkumChiken from Lovett's live performance on Late Night with Conan O'Brien
Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
I do a little thinkin' 'bout a girl name Rose
Hair blond as hay and long as a row
Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
Mama say a prayer for your only son
God forgive him all the wrong he's done
All he ever wanted was to have some fun
Now he's up in Indiana 'til his time is done
Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
I do a little thinkin' 'bout a girl name Rose
Hair blond as hay and long as a row
Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
And do a little thinkin' 'bout a girl name Rose
Hell don't care and Heaven knows
I'm up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
She looked all of twenty-two
A man could drown in eyes so blue
And now I've got some time to kill
In a little town called Henryville
Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
I do a little thinkin' 'bout a girl name Rose
Hair blond as hay and long as a row
Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
And do a little thinkin' 'bout a girl name Rose
Hell don't care and Heaven knows
I'm up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
Workin' on the line is the life I know
Wish I was floatin' on a river in Idaho
Layin' on the bank with a fishin' pole
Instead of cuttin' this corn and losin' my soul
Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
I do a little thinkin' 'bout a girl name Rose
Hair blond as hay and long as a row
Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
And do a little thinkin' 'bout a girl name Rose
Hell don't care and Heaven knows
I'm up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
Miles and miles as they march by
They lift their ears up to the sky
Standin' tall and satisfied
I try to run but I just might die
Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
I do a little thinkin' 'bout a girl name Rose
Hair blond as hay and long as a row
Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
And do a little thinkin' 'bout a girl name Rose
Hell don't care and Heaven knows
I'm up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
I do a little thinkin' 'bout a girl name Rose
Hair blond as hay and long as a row
Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
And do a little thinkin' 'bout a girl name Rose
Hell don't care and Heaven knows
I'm up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
Lyrics Up In Indiana by Lyle Lovett
- Transcribed by SkumChiken from Lovett's live performance on Late Night with Conan O'Brien
Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
I do a little thinkin' 'bout a girl name Rose
Hair blond as hay and long as a row
Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
Mama say a prayer for your only son
God forgive him all the wrong he's done
All he ever wanted was to have some fun
Now he's up in Indiana 'til his time is done
Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
I do a little thinkin' 'bout a girl name Rose
Hair blond as hay and long as a row
Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
And do a little thinkin' 'bout a girl name Rose
Hell don't care and Heaven knows
I'm up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
She looked all of twenty-two
A man could drown in eyes so blue
And now I've got some time to kill
In a little town called Henryville
Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
I do a little thinkin' 'bout a girl name Rose
Hair blond as hay and long as a row
Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
And do a little thinkin' 'bout a girl name Rose
Hell don't care and Heaven knows
I'm up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
Workin' on the line is the life I know
Wish I was floatin' on a river in Idaho
Layin' on the bank with a fishin' pole
Instead of cuttin' this corn and losin' my soul
Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
I do a little thinkin' 'bout a girl name Rose
Hair blond as hay and long as a row
Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
And do a little thinkin' 'bout a girl name Rose
Hell don't care and Heaven knows
I'm up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
Miles and miles as they march by
They lift their ears up to the sky
Standin' tall and satisfied
I try to run but I just might die
Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
I do a little thinkin' 'bout a girl name Rose
Hair blond as hay and long as a row
Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
And do a little thinkin' 'bout a girl name Rose
Hell don't care and Heaven knows
I'm up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
I do a little thinkin' 'bout a girl name Rose
Hair blond as hay and long as a row
Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
And do a little thinkin' 'bout a girl name Rose
Hell don't care and Heaven knows
I'm up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows