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Indian Summer

This song is by Chris Whitley and appears on the album Dirt Floor (1998).

Summer is lost now
The frost is 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 beg, Indian summer, I need some return
So hard to get warm now
When it's 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

When a sister called up, said how long you broken down?
I said there is 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

Begging Indian summer, I need some return
So hard to get warm now
When it's 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 are empty
The street is sweating tears
Communion at the station
For a million grinding gears
While I'm riding out this century
The harvest engines sing
From the church of mercenaries
To a naked virgin spring, I'm singing

Indian summer, I need some return
It's so hard to get warm now
When it's so easy to get a burn
Down on the pavement, the laws are learned
It's so hard to get warm where, it's so easy to get burned

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