Indian Summer

D Summer is lost now D The frost is closing in C To the cold gospel dollar G D The poor man walks in sin I can't get no entrance D C The doors all in rows I pray into the distance G Let me out these heavy clothes I beg C G A Indian summer I need some return G B So hard to get warm where C D C It's so easy to get burned G A Down on the pavement the laws are learned G B It's so hard to get warm where C D It's so easy to get burned