Indian summer Indian summer Honeysuckle vines outside the door Dandelion wine and so much more We can discover Into each other Indian summer Indian summer Indian summer Indian
Stephen Fromholz Narrator: In a bar in Arizona On a sultry summer day A cowboy came in off the road just to pass the time away He pulled a stool up
if a nation Blood is the rose of mysterious union Blood on the rise, it's following me. Indian, Indian what did you die for? Indian says, nothing at all
body is a corpse His gold won't buy him sleep His poverty runs so deep In winter he cracks, in summer he warps Hang around the backstage door But he
dollar a 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
Stuck on a feeling I'm high on believing That you've come back again This Indian summer A snowfall in June Show up uninvited I'm leaving with you soon
of Noah's ark the most prestigious couple just kickin back parked against a perfectly blue sky on a morning beatific in its Indian summer breeze
liver and a broken heart Indian summer Oklahoma sunset If there?s a nicer place I haven?t been there yet I?m standing outside of the (the) Blue Door
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 outta these heavy clothes I beg Indian summer
What you would do if You were the one Who was spending the night Oh I wish that I Was looking into your eyes You're like an Indian summer In the middle
Love endures, it clings away When asked to leave, it begs to stay Like the perfect song, at imperfect times It's the way the chords struck with the rhymes
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 outta these heavy clothes I beg Indian summer
Bad liver and a broken heart Indian summer Oklahoma sunset If there?s a nicer place I haven?t been there yet I?m standing outside of the (the) Blue Door