{t:Summerlea}
{st:Fred Eaglesmith}
[Am]Nighttime's fallin' on the summerlea, and [G]supper's gettin' cold.
It's the [Am]second time in as many weeks [G]he hasn't shown.
He's [F]probably chasin' some old steer a[Am]cross some prairie storm.
And [G]when she asks him, he'll just shrug and say [Am]"That's the way things go."
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But he [Am]only gets in to town twice a month and he [G]gets out as fast as he can.
He [Am]don't have a phone so she can't call him up and she [G]never knows where he is.
He [F]smells like horses and he chews tobacco and he [Am]cusses and he spits.
She's [G]been in love a couple of times before, but [Am]never quite like this.
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[Am]Next month it'll be those damned old [G]rodeos and fairs,
And [Am]he'll be gone for six weeks straight to [G]God only knows where.
And he [F]won't win any money and, [G]worse than that, he won't care.
And [G]when she asks him, he'll just smile, he had a [Am]real good time out there.
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But he [Am]only gets in to town twice a month and he [G]gets out as fast as he can.
He [Am]don't have a phone so she can't call him up and she [G]never knows where he is.
He [F]smells like horses and he chews tobacco and he [Am]cusses and he spits.
She's [G]been in love a couple of times before, but [Am]never quite like this.
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Well he [Am]stops his horse to get a light and the [G]water pours off his hat.
He's been [Am]out in the storm most of the night and he [G]ought to be gettin' back.
He's been [F]thinkin' about the colour of her hair and the [Am]touch of her hand
And the [G]way she quietly smiles whenever [Am]she looks at him.
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But he [Am]only gets in to town twice a month and he [G]gets out as fast as he can.
He [Am]don't have a phone so he can't call her up and he [G]never knows where she is.
She [F]smells like flowers and perfume and [Am]tobacco and gin.
He's [G]been in love a couple of times before, but [Am]never quite like this.
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{t:Summerlea}
