He is a lineman for the county.
And I drive the mainroad.
Searching in the sun for another overload.

I hear you singing in the wire.
I can hear you thru the whine.
And the Wichita Lineman,
Is still on the line.

I know I need a small vacation.
But it don't look like rain.
And if it snows that stretch down south,
Won't ever stand the strain.

And I need you more than want you.
And I want you for all time.
And the Wichita Lineman,
Is still on the line.