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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 goller
The poor man walks in sin
I cant 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 out
when its so easy to get a burn
Down in the pavment, the laws are learn
Its so hard to get warm where, its so easy to get a burn

When a sister called up, said how long you broken down?
I said there is too much Ice around here, to find now solid ground
While I just squeeze a season, from this paper bag
I pray to the burning tires, that ???????????? rags

oh, Indian summer, I need some return
So hard to get warm out
when its so easy to get a burn
Down in the pavment, the laws are learn
Its so hard to get warm where, its so easy to get a burn

Now the skies are empty
The street is sweating tears
Communing at the station
For a million grinding years
While I'm riding out this century
With the harvest engine sing
From the church in mercenaries
To a naked virgin spring

I'm singing,

Indian summer, I need some return
So hard to get warm out
when its so easy to get a burn
Down in the pavment, the laws are learn
Its so hard to get warm where, its so easy to get a burn

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