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