WICHITA LINEMAN

I am a lineman for the county

And I drive the main road

Searching in the sun for another overload.

I hear you singing in the wires

I can hear you through the whine

And the Wichita lineman is still on the line.

I know I need a small vacation

But it donīt look like rain

And if it snows that stretch down south will never be the same.

And I need you more than want you

And I want you for all time

And the Wichita lineman, is still on the line.