Chris Whitley
Chris Whitley - Indian Summer lyrics
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Summer is lost now The frost, it closing in To the cold gospel dollar The poor man walks in sin I can't get no entrance, the doors all in rows I pray into the distance, let me out of these heavy clothes I'm begin', Indian summer, I need some return So hard to get warm now It's so easy to get burned Down on the pavement, the laws are learned So hard to get warm where, it's so easy to get burned When a sister called up, said how long have broken down? I said there too much ice around here, to find no solid ground While I just squeeze a season, from this paper bag I pray to the burning tires, and wrap my feet in rags Begin', Indian summer, I need some return So hard to get warm now, so easy to get burned Down on the pavement, the laws are learned It's so hard to get warm where, it's so easy to get burned Now the skies empty The street is sweating tears Communion at the station For a million grinding years While I'm riding out this century The harvest engine sing From the church of mercenaries To a naked virgin spring I'm singing, Indian summer, I need some return So hard to get warm now So easy to get burned Down on the pavement, the laws are learned It's so hard to get warm where, it's so easy to get burned Hard to get warm where, it's so easy to get burned