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