Fred Eaglesmith - Summerlea lyrics

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