There is only one, and there will be only one version of Wichita Lineman.
The one I fell in love to my girlfriend in 1968.
We share a memory. Mine was Trish T. in Nashville when I was a junior in high school, driving down with some buddies to introduce them to my cousin Mary Beth, a real Southern Belle. We were Chi-town Yankees. Boy did I fall under her spell with that song on the radio.