Indian Summer
Brooks And Dunn
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Brooks And Dunn - Indian Summer
The tall weeds laid flat down
On the hard, flat Kansas ground
And the sad song in her head
Kept blowing '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
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 when the lone wind howls
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
Ohhhhhhhhh