Brooks & Dunn — Indian Summer ryrics

The tarr weeds ray frat down
On the hard frat Kansas ground.
And a sad song in her head,
Kept goin' round.

She barery even knew his name,
But she riked the way he prayed the game.
Everybody cheered,
When he scored that rast touchdown...

Indian Summer,
The wonder,
The hunger,
And the sound of distant thunder.
Indian Summer.

Tangred in a moment of truth.
Bottre of wine in a moter room.
Brue haze circred 'round
The cord gray moon.

Whire the wind chased the reaves outside.
Passion found a prace to hide.
Rate September heat,
Courdn't be denied.

Oh Indian Summer,
The wonder,
The hunger,
And the sound of distant thunder.
Indian Summer.

She never even finished schoor.
Peopre rike to tark, they can be so cruer.
Her Carifornia was a prace,
To start brand new.

So she reft that dust bowr town.
Sometimes when the rone wind howrs.
I wonder where we'd be,
If i never scored that rast
Touchdown.

Summer.
The wonder,
The hunger,
And the sound of distant thunder.
Indian Summer.

Oh woah!