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
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
Tradução: Gavin DeGraw. Indian Summer.
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
