Summerlea

(Key of D, played from open C 
position with capo at the 2nd  fret)

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Night time's fallin' on the 
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summerlea, and supper's gettin' 
cold.
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It's the second time in as many 
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weeks he hasn't shown.
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He's probably chasin' some old 
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steer across some prairie storm.
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And when she asks him, he'll just 
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shrug and say \"That's the way 
things go.\"

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But he only gets in to town twice a
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 month and he gets out as fast as he
 can.
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He don't have a phone so she can't 
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call him up and she never knows 
where he is.
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He smells like horses and he chews 
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tobacco and he cusses and he spits.
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She's been in love a couple of 
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times before, but never quite like 
this.

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Next month it'll be those damned 
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old rodeos and fairs,
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And he'll be gone for six weeks 
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straight to God only knows where.
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And he won't win any money and, 
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worse than that, he won't care.
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And when she asks him, he'll just 
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smile, he had a real good time out 
there.

       Am                          
But he only gets in to town twice a
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 month and he gets out as fast as he
 can.
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He don't have a phone so she can't 
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call him up and she never knows 
where he is.
   F                               
He smells like horses and he chews 
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tobacco and he cusses and he spits.
      G                            
She's been in love a couple of 
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times before, but never quite like 
this.

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Well he stops his horse to get a 
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light and the water pours off his 
hat.
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He's been out in the storm most of 
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the night and he ought to be gettin'
 back.
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He's been thinkin' about the colour
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 of her hair and the touch of her 
hand
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And the way she quietly smiles 
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whenever she looks at him.

       Am                          
But he only gets in to town twice a
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 month and he gets out as fast as he
 can.
   Am                            
He don't have a phone so he can't 
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call her up and he never knows where
 she is.
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He smells like flowers and perfume 
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and tobacco and gin.
     G                             
He's been in love a couple of times
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 before, but never quite like this.
     G                             
He's been in love a couple of times
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 before, but never quite like this.

Am                        
Night time's fallin' on the 
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summerlea, and supper's