Summerlea chords
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SUMMERLEA Fred J. Eaglesmith
(Key of D, played from open C position with capo at the 2nd fret)
Am
Am G
Night time's fallin' on the summerlea, and supper's gettin' cold.
Am G
It's the second time in as many weeks he hasn't shown.
F Am
He's probably chasin' some old steer across some prairie storm.
G Am
And when she asks him, he'll just shrug and say "That's the way things go."
Am G
But he only gets in to town twice a month and he gets out as fast as he can.
Am G
He don't have a phone so she can't call him up and she never knows where he is.
F Am
He smells like horses and he chews tobacco and he cusses and he spits.
G Am
She's been in love a couple of times before, but never quite like this.
Am G
Next month it'll be those damned old rodeos and fairs,
Am G
And he'll be gone for six weeks straight to God only knows where.
F Am
And he won't win any money and, worse than that, he won't care.
G Am
And when she asks him, he'll just smile, he had a real good time out there.
Am G
But he only gets in to town twice a month and he gets out as fast as he can.
Am G
He don't have a phone so she can't call him up and she never knows where he is.
F Am
He smells like horses and he chews tobacco and he cusses and he spits.
G Am
She's been in love a couple of times before, but never quite like this.
Am G
Well he stops his horse to get a light and the water pours off his hat.
Am G
He's been out in the storm most of the night and he ought to be gettin' back.
F Am
He's been thinkin' about the colour of her hair and the touch of her hand
G Am
And the way she quietly smiles whenever she looks at him.
Am G
But he only gets in to town twice a month and he gets out as fast as he can.
Am G
He don't have a phone so he can't call her up and he never knows where she is.
F Am
He smells like flowers and perfume and tobacco and gin.
G Am
He's been in love a couple of times before, but never quite like this.
G Am
He's been in love a couple of times before, but never quite like this.
Am G Am
Night time's fallin' on the summerlea, and supper's