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
