Brooks & Dunn "Indian Summer" |
The tall weeds lay flat down On the hard flat Kansas ground And a sad song in her head Kept goin' round She barely even knew his name But she liked the way he played the game Everybody cheered When he scored that last touchdown Indian Summer The wonder The hunger And the sound of distant thunder Indian Summer Tangled in a moment of truth A bottle of wine in a motel room Blue haze circled 'round The cold gray moon While the wind chased the leaves outside Passion found a place to hide Late September heat Couldn't be denied Oh Indian Summer The wonder The hunger And the sound of distant thunder Indian Summer She never even finished school People like to talk, they can be so cruel Her California was a place To start brand new So she left that dust bowl town Sometimes we'll all know how I wonder where we'd be If I never scored that last touchdown Summer The wonder The hunger, And the sound of distant thunder Indian Summer Ohhhhhhhhhhhh woah! Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |