Mr. Andrew Himelick

Towne Meadow Elementary

Carmel Clay Schools

10850 Towne Road (Map It!)

Carmel, IN 46032

(317) 733-2645 ext. 1962


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Indiana's Game

This song is from Charles Moman's musical (composer and owner) "Indiana, That's Where I Belong". Learn more here: http://www.momanmedia.com/

Chorus

Indiana’s game, we’re talking basketball. You can have fun, if you’re short or tall. Pass it, shoot it, give it your best! We play this game better than the rest.

Verse 1

Since I was a little boy (or girl), had hoop dreams of the basketball world. I knew back then I could be a star. If I did my best, it could take me far.

Verse 2

You know you can’t win every game, but when you play, try hard just the same. Win or lose, at home or school. Just give it your all, and follow the rules

Verse 3

I dream about, the end of the game. Ten seconds to go. Can we win this game? I dribble, I spin, I shoot from the left. I let it fly – whew! – nothing but net!

Final Chorus

Indiana’s game, we’re talking basketball. You can have fun, if you’re short or tall. Pass it, shoot it, give it your best! We play this game better than the rest. Indiana’s game, we’re talking basketball. You can have fun, if you’re short or tall. Pass it, shoot it, give it your best! We play this game better than the rest. We play this game better than the rest. Hoosiers play this game better than the rest. Indiana’s game (1-2-3) Basketball!

 

On the Banks of the Wabash

Round my Indiana homestead wave the cornfields, in the distance loom the woodlands clear and cool. Often times my thoughts revert to scenes of childhood, where I first received my lessons, nature's school. But one thing there is missing from the picture. Without her face it seems so incomplete. I long to see my mother in the doorway, as she stood there years ago, her boy to greet.

Oh, the moonlight's fair tonight along the Wabash, from the fields there comes the breath of new mown hay. Through the sycamores the candle lights are gleaming, on the banks of the Wabash, far away.

 

Back Home Again

Back home again in Indiana, and it seems that I can see. The gleaming candlelight, still shining bright, thru the sycamores for me. The new moan hay sends all its fragrance, from the fields I used to roam. When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash, then I long for my Indiana home.