Fred Eaglesmith - Summerlea guitar chord

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