| I went to work for her that summer
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| A teenage kid so far from home
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| She was a lonely widow woman
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| Hell-bent to make it on her own
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| We were a thousand miles from nowhere
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| Wheat fields as far as I could see
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| Both needing somethin' from each other
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| Not knowin' yet what that might be
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| 'Til she came to me one evenin'
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| Hot cup of coffee and a smile
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| In a dress that I was certain
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| She hadn’t worn in quite a while
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| There was a difference in her laughter
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| There was a softness in her eyes
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| And on the air there was a hunger
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| Even a boy could recognize
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| She had a need to feel the thunder
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| To chase the lightnin' from the sky
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| To watch a storm with all its wonder
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| Ragin' in her lover’s eyes
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| She had to ride the heat of passion
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| Like a comet burnin' bright
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| Rushin' headlong in the wind, out where only dreams have been
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| Burnin' both ends of the night
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| That summer wind was all around me
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| Nothin' between us but the night
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| And when I told her that I’d never
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| She softly whispered that’s alright
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| And then I watched her hands of leather
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| Turn to velvet in a touch
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| There’s never been another summer
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| When I have ever learned so much
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| We had a need to feel the thunder
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| To chase the lightnin' from the sky
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| To watch a storm with all its wonder
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| Ragin' in each others eyes
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| We had to ride the heat of passion
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| Like a comet burnin' bright
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| Rushin' headlong in the wind, out where only dreams have been
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| Burnin' both ends of the night
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| I often think about that summer
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| The sweat, the moonlight and the lace
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| And I have rarely held another
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| When I haven’t seen her face
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| And every time I pass a wheat field
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| And watch it dancin' with the wind
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| Although I know it isn’t real, I just can’t help but feel
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| Her hungry arms again
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| She had a need to feel the thunder
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| To chase the lightnin' from the sky
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| To watch a storm with all its wonder
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| Ragin' in her lover’s eyes
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| She had to ride the heat of passion
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| Like a comet burnin' bright
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| Rushin' headlong in the wind, out where only dreams have been
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| Burnin' both ends of the night
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| Rushin' headlong in the wind, out where only dreams have been
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| Burnin' both ends of the night |