Summerlea Songtext
von Fred Eaglesmith

Nighttime′s falling on Summerlee
And supper's getting cold
It′s the second time in as many weeks
He hasn't shown
He's probably chasing some old steer
Across some prairie storm
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 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
Worse than that he won't care
When she asks him he'll just shrug
"He had a real 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 storm 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 as fast as he can
And he don′t have a phone so she can't call him 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 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 Summerlee
And supper′s getting cold