Am                                          G                                 
Night time's falling on the Summerlea,and suppers getting cold.
       Am                              G 
Its the second time in as many weeks he hasn't shown.
     F                                Am
He's probably chasing 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".

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1st CHORUS:
        Am                                      G
But he only gets into 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.

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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 worst than that, he won't care. 
G                                            Am
When she asks him, he'll just smile he had a real good time out there.

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2nd CHORUS: 
        Am                                      G
But he only gets into 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.

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        Am                                      G
Well he stops his horse, to get a light and the water pores of his hat.
         Am                                     G
Hes been out in the rain most of the night and ought to be getting back.
         F                                            Am
His been thinking about the color of her hair and the touch of her hand.
        G                           Am
And the way she quietly smiles whenever she looks at him.

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3rd CHORUS:
        Am                                       G
But he only gets into 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
She 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 falling on the summerlea and suppers getting cold