Em C Am7 x2 [Em]Red-hot midsummer torrid winds do moan[C] earth of dust and crevice[Am7] put us off to roam[Em] no rain was falling since spring passed by[C] and this red midsummer[Am7] turns into our decay[Em] [C] [Am7] [Em] Through that heat above sand so roan[C] swirls the blackbird's song[Am7] joined by the old trees' groan[Em] locusts...