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I Owe Ioway
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FROM: State Fair
SUNG BY: Vivian Blaine (Emily Edwards)
WRITTEN BY: R. Rodgers/O. Hammerstein II
I can hear 'em callin' hogs in the clear Ioway air,
I can sniff the fragrant whiff of an Ioway rose.
You've got Ioway in your heart,
I've got Ioway in my hair,
I've got Ioway in my ears and eyes and nose.
Oh I know all I owe, I owe Ioway,
I owe Ioway all I owe and I know why,
I am Ioway born and bred
And on Ioway corn I'm fed,
Not to mention her barley, wheat and rye,
I owe Ioway for her ham and her beef and her lamb
And her strawberry jam and her pie,
I owe Ioway more than I could ever pay,
So I think I'll move to Californiay.
What a shame, what a shame,
You'll be bawlin' like a baby when you go,
When you leave your native state
You'll be feeling far from great,
You'll be bawlin' like a baby when you go.
You're a seed of Ioway grain,
You're a breeze that Ioway blew,
You're a drop of Ioway rain,
You're a drip of Ioway dew.
Oh I know all I owe, I owe Ioway,
I owe Ioway all I owe and I know why,
I am Ioway born and bred
And on Ioway corn I'm fed,
Not to mention her barley, wheat and rye,
I owe Ioway for her ham and her beef and her lamb
And her strawberry jam and her pie,
I owe Ioway more than anyone should owe,
So I think I'll starten owin' Idaho.
What a shame, what a shame,
You'll be bawlin' like a baby when you go,
When you leave your native state
You'll be feeling far from great,
You'll be bawlin' like a baby when you go.
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