Indian Summer - Brooks & Dunn

The tall weeds lay flat down

On the hard flat Kansas ground

And a sad song in her head

Kept blowin' 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

Heard California was a place

To start brand new

So she left that dust bowl town

Sometimes when a long 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