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 blow cruel,
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.
Laredo Tornado,
Adios amigos.
What can you do,
When your dream world is gone
And your friends and lovers too
No no no no no no
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.
Laredo Tornado,
Adios amigos.