Summer days, where did you go,
You've let me down so bad,
Clouds fill the sky,
Gone is the dream
My happy hunting ground
Wild buffalo played
and i never saw a rainy day.
But it looks like summer days
ain't coming back.

March april may, june and july,
You took me for a fall.
Big chief he lie.
Cold wind blows cool, so cold to
make you die.
Mountain breeze, ocean bay and i
never saw a rainy day.
But it looks like them summer days
ain't coming back.

Chorus
Laredo tornado,
Adios amigos.

What can you do, when your dream
world is gone.
And your friends and lovers too.
West winter street under the ground,
The air that makes you choke,
Towers of concrete, hellish go-round,
Were there when i awoke.
City sky, pouring down with rain
That can never hope to ease the pain.
And it looks like summer days ain't
coming back.

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