Indian Summer

by Chris Whitley

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Lyrics

Chris Whitley - Indian Summer The 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 Indian summer, I need some return It's so hard to get warm now 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 sister called up, and said that love had broken down I said there's 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 Chorus Now the sky is empty, the street is sweating tears Communion at the station, for a million grinding gears While I'm riding out this century, the harvest engine sing From the church of mercenaries, to a naked virgin spring I�m singin�. Chorus

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Live Version with Recorded Solo

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