State Fair - All I Owe Ioway Lyrics

1945 American musical film
State Fair - All I Owe Ioway Lyrics

The song is written by Richard Rodgers and Oscar Hammerstein II.

WILLIAM:
I can hear 'em callin' hogs in the clear Iowa air
I can sniff the fragrant whiff of an Iowa rose

SINGERS:
You've got Iowa in your heart

WILLIAM:
I've got Iowa in my hair
I've got Iowa in my ears and eyes and nose
Oh I know all I owe I owe Iowa
I owe Iowa all I owe and I know why
I am Iowa born and bred
And on Iowa corn I'm fed
Not to mention barley, wheat and rye.

I owe Iowa for her ham,
And her beef, and her lamb
And her strawberry jam and her pie.

I owe Iowa more than I can ever pay
So I think I'll move to Californ-eye-a.

SINGERS:
What a shame!

GIRL:
What a shame.

SINGERS:
What a shame!

GIRL:
What a shame.

SINGERS:
You'll be good and gosh darn sorry when you go.

WILLIAM:
And don't I know.

GIRL:
When you leave your native state
You'll be feeling far from great.
You'll be good
And gosh darn sorry when you go.

WILLIAM:
I'm a seed of Iowa grain.

GIRL:
You're a breeze that Iowa blue.

WILLIAM:
I'm a drop of Iowa rain

GIRL & SINGERS:
You're a drip of Iowa dew.

GIRL:
Oh I know all I owe I owe Iowa
I owe Iowa all I owe and I know why
I am Iowa born and bred
And on Iowa corn I'm fed
Not to mention barley, wheat and rye.

I owe Iowa for her ham,
And her beef, and her lamb

CHARLES:
And her strawberry jam

OTHER GIRL:
And her pie.

CHARLES:
I owe Iowa more than anyone should owe
So I think I'll start an O in Idaho.

ALL:
What a shame!

CHARLES:
What a shame

ALL:
What a shame!

CHARLES:
What a shame

ALL:
You'll be crying like a baby when you go

CHARLES:
Don't I know!
When I leave my native heath
With my lip between my teeth
I'll be bawling like a booby when I go.

GIRL:
You're a seed of Iowa grain
You're a breeze that Iowa blue.

MR. HEPPENSTALL:
I'm a drop of Iowa rain

GIRL:
You're a drip of Iowa dew.

ALL:
Oh I know all I owe I owe Iowa I owe
Iowa all I owe and I know why
I am Iowa born and bred
And on Iowa corn I'm fed
Not to mention barley, wheat and rye.
I owe Iowa for her ham,
And her beef, and her lamb
And her strawberry jam and her pie.
I owe Iowa more than anyone should owe
So I think I'll start an O in Idaho.
There's a shame.
There's a shame.
You'll be good
And gosh darn sorry when you go.
And don't I know.
When you leave your native state
You'll be feeling far from great.
You'll be good
And gosh darn sorry when you go.
I owe Iowa for her ham,
And her beef, and her lamb
And her strawberry jam and her pie.
I owe Iowa more than I can ever pay
So I think I'll move to Californ-eye-a.
I - O - W I - O - W I - O - W I - O - W A!
HURRAY! Iowa! Yay!

State Fair 1945 Film Songs Lyrics

PLOT
Our State Fair
It Might as Well Be Spring
That's for Me
It's A Grand Night For Singing
Isn't It Kind of Fun?
All I Owe Ioway