The summer season is turning coolThough the days are still hotI been losing my green kinda like the cottonwood treesHolding on to what they've gotHello, Dodge CityTell me how do you do?Tonight I plan on making DenverI'm coming in from the eastAin't gonna miss it in the leastPardon me for saying soShe had a white dove in her handLast night I dreamed of a long black sedanAcross the plains, I swear I heard her callAnd it took me to the end of WichitaThe snow-white Rockies, move from North to SouthSort of like the life I left behindI'll tell you something trueEverything little thing I doI stay lonely all the timeShe had a white dove in her handLast night I dreamed of a long black sedanAcross the plains, I could swear I heard her callAnd it took me to the end of WichitaThe summer season is turning coolThough the days are still hot
