Summerlea

Nighttime's falling on the Summerlea

And supper's getting cold

It's the second time in as many weeks

That he hasn't shown

He's probably chasing some old steer

Across some prairie storm

But when she asks him he'll just shrug

And say that's the way things go

But he only gets into town twice a month

And he gets out as fast as he can

And he don't have a phone so she can't call him up

And she never knows where he is

He smells like horses and he chews tobacco

And he cusses and he spits

She's been in love a couple of times before

But never quite like this

Next month it'll be those damned old rodeos and fairs

And he'll be gone for six weeks straight

To God only knows where

And he won't win any money

And worst than that, he won't care

When she asks him, he'll just smile

He had a really good time out there

But he only gets into town twice a month

And he gets out as fast as he can

And he don't have a phone so she can't call him up

And she never knows where he is

He smells like horses and he chews tobacco

And he cusses and he spits

She's been in love a couple times before

But never quite like this

Well, he stops his horse to get a light

And the water pours off his hat

He's been out in the rain most of the night

And he ought to be getting back

He's been thinking about the colour of her hair

And the touch of her hand

And the way she quietly smiles

Whenever she looks at him

But he only gets into town twice a month

And he gets out out as fast as he can

And he don't have a phone so he can't call her up

And he never knows where she is

She smells like flowers and perfume

And tobacco and gin

He's been in love a couple of times before

But never quite like this

He's been in love a couple times before

But never quite like this

Nighttime's falling on the Summerlea

And supper's getting cold