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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Sun comes up on a Friday
Coffee in a paper cup
Map of miles in the glove box
Thin wires cutting the dust
Your voice stuck in my pocket
From the call I couldn’t stay
“I’ll be late, there’s a storm out”
Same old words I always say
[Chorus]
I’m still your Wichita lineman
High above this Kansas ground
Chasing every broken signal
Till I can hear your sound
And when the thunder’s talking
And the fields go black again
Know I’m hanging on that cross-arm
For you, my only friend
[Verse 2]
Telephone poles like soldiers
Marching past this two-lane road
Every hum in the copper
Feels like your name in code
I see porch lights in the distance
Families gathered in the glow
I’m out here with the meadowlarks
And a crackling radio
[Chorus]
I’m still your Wichita lineman
High above this Kansas ground
Chasing every broken signal
Till I can hear your sound
And when the thunder’s talking
And the fields go black again
Know I’m hanging on that cross-arm
For you, my only friend
[Bridge]
Some men fix what they can touch
Engines, fences, busted doors
Me, I mend the quiet things
Running miles between our worlds
If you wonder who I am
When the daylight’s growing thin
I’m that shadow on the skyline
Trying to bring you home again
[Chorus]
I’m still your Wichita lineman
High above this Kansas ground
Chasing every broken signal
Till I can hear your sound
And when the thunder’s talking
And the fields go black again
Know I’m hanging on that cross-arm
Till I’m in your arms again
Details
GeneratedApr 4, 2026
Duration5:22
LanguageEnglish
Style
country, Warm modern country ballad with male vocals, gentle brushed drums, pedal steel swells and clean telecaster fills. Intimate verses sit close and conversational; chorus blooms with stacked harmonies and a sturdier kick. Subtle organ pad in the background, dynamic lift into a middle-eight that pulls back to vocal and guitar before the final chorus hits with emotional resonance.
Credits
Prompt bysomething_new
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
A song about Wichita lineman… country
