I am a lineman for the countyAnd I've tried to love my ownSearching in the sun for another roadLord, I hear you singing in the wildI can hear you through the windThe Wichita lineIs still on my earI know I need a small vacationBut it don't look like rainAnd if it snows that stretch downI won't ever stand straightAnd I need you moreThan voiceAnd I want you, and I want you for a timeAnd the way you talk like that is still on the lineAnd I need you more than want youAnd I want you for a timeAnd the way you talk like that is still on the lineAll right.Thank you all.Thank you all so much.