I am a lineman for the countynAnd I drive the main roadnSearchin' in the sun for another overloadnnI hear you singin' in the wirenI can hear you through the whinenAnd the Wichita lineman is still on the linennI know I need a small vacationnBut it don't look like rainnAnd if it snows, that stretch down southnWon't ever stand the strainnnAnd I need you more than want younAnd I want you for all timenAnd the Wichita lineman is still on the line