Lisa Brokop - West Of Crazy Lyrics
(Sam HoginPhil BarnhartSunny Russ)Love was alive on the telephone lineHoneysuckle hangin' in the hot sunshineDust piled up on my daddy's combineThat boy, that girl, that summerThirsty for somethin', they didn't know whatTried to control it but they couldn't stopShe was his rose, and he was her rockThat moon, that kiss, that summerJune and July and an August to rememberNinety miles an hour straight into SeptemberMemory still warms me in the dead of winterOf love so true that summerTwo kids from Kansas on a yellow brick roadWatchin' the world through a magic windowThere wasn't anyplace they couldn't goThat hope, that dream, that summerJune and July and an August to rememberNinety miles an hour straight into SeptemberMemory still warms me in the dead of winterOf love so true that summerJune and July and an August to rememberNinety miles an hour straight into SeptemberMemory still warms me in the dead of winterOf love so true that summer, that summerLove was alive on the telephone line, that summer
