Indian Summer (Inst.)-Chet Baker

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