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 wire, I can hear you through the wine, And the Wichita lineman is still on the line. I know I need a small vacation, but it don't look like rain, And if it snows that stretched down south won't ever stand the strain. And I need you more than want you, and I want you for all time, And the Wichita lineman is still on the line. And I need you more than want you, and I want you for all time, And the Wichita lineman is still on the line. And the Wichita lineman is still on the line.
