Lyrics David Bromberg

David Bromberg

Summer Wages

Never hit seventeen when you play against the dealer

For you know those odds won't ride with you

And never leave your woman alone with friends around to steal her

Years are gambled and lost like summer wages.

So we'll keep rolling on till we get to Vancouver

And a woman that I love is living there

Oh it's been six long months and more since I've seen her

Maybe gambled and lost like summer wages.

In all the beer parlors all down on Young Street

The dreams of the seasons all spilled down on the floor

All the big stands of timber are ready for falling

And the hustlers sitting watchfully as they wait there by the door.

So, I'll work on those towboats in my slippery city shoes

Which I swore I