Fred Eaglesmith - Summerlea Lyrics
Nighttime's falling on the SummerleaAnd supper's getting coldIt's the second time in as many weeksThat he hasn't shownHe's probably chasing some old steerAcross some prairie storm But when she asks him he'll just shrugAnd say that's the way things goBut he only gets into town twice a monthAnd he gets out as fast as he canAnd he don't have a phone so she can't call him upAnd she never knows where he isHe smells like horses and he chews tobaccoAnd he cusses and he spitsShe's been in love a couple of times beforeBut never quite like thisNext month it'll be those damned old rodeos and fairsAnd he'll be gone for six weeks straightTo God only knows whereAnd he won't win any moneyAnd worst than that, he won't careWhen she asks him, he'll just smileHe had a really good time out thereBut he only gets into town twice a monthAnd he gets out as fast as he canAnd he don't have a phone so she can't call him upAnd she never knows where he isHe smells like horses and he chews tobaccoAnd he cusses and he spitsShe's been in love a couple times beforeBut never quite like thisWell, he stops his horse to get a lightAnd the water pours off his hatHe's been out in the rain most of the nightAnd he ought to be getting backHe's been thinking about the colour of her hairAnd the touch of her handAnd the way she quietly smilesWhenever she looks at himBut he only gets into town twice a monthAnd he gets out out as fast as he canAnd he don't have a phone so he can't call her upAnd he never knows where she isShe smells like flowers and perfume And tobacco and ginHe's been in love a couple of times beforeBut never quite like thisHe's been in love a couple times beforeBut never quite like thisNighttime's falling on the SummerleaAnd supper's getting cold
