A commercial blues about Indiana that is often played instrumentally, 1921 words by Dave Ringle music by Fred Meinken
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Lyrics
Chorus
Oh, those Wabash blues, I know I got my dues
A lonesome soul am I, I feel that I could die
Candle light that gleams, haunts me in my dreams
I’ll pack my walking shoes, to lose those Wabash blues
Patter Chorus:
Through the sycamore the candle light is shining bright
Memory brings the scent of new mown hay to me each night
I am starting for that spot no need to ask me when
I’ll be leaving hoofprints toward the old home road again
Expect to see the moonshine on the Wabash any night
Seems that such a picture’s bound to turn me to the right
Making up my mind to see that home so far away
But until that happens here’s the best that I can say