Like a summer breeze floatin' cross the water. Softer than a whisper on my skin. I can't begin to tell you how it moves me. It's so intense. I burn within.
Down this road there's an old brick house. My mama cried the day that I moved out. And my first summer job was pumpin' gas and fixin' flats. Out at Henry Walker's Texaco.
We sat and watched the sun come up. With a blanket wrapped around us. We spend all night out on that beach. Couldn't hold her close enough to me. . That was love I won't forget.
1, 2. 1, 2, 3. . She was born at a rest stop on the Kansas state line. In the back of a Dodge in the summer time. Her momma named her Indiana like their license plate.
She was born at a rest stop on the Kansas state line. In the back of a Dodge in the summer time. Her momma named her Indiana like their license plate.