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 still on the line.
I know I need a small vacation
But it don´t 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, still on the line.