Summerlea Teclado

	  (Key of D, played from open C position with capo at the 2nd  fret) 
 
Am  
 
Am                                         G 
Night time's fallin' on the summerlea, and supper's gettin' cold. 
         Am                           G 
It's the second time in as many weeks he hasn't shown.  
     F                                Am 
He's probably chasin' 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." 
 
       Am                                        G 
But he only gets in to 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. 
 
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, worse than that, he won't care.  
    G                                             Am 
And when she asks him, he'll just smile, he had a real good time out there. 
 
       Am                                        G 
But he only gets in to 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. 
 
        Am                                     G 
Well he stops his horse to get a light and the water pours off his hat. 
          Am                                        G 
He's been out in the storm most of the night and he ought to be gettin' back. 
          F                                             Am 
He's been thinkin' about the colour of her hair and the touch of her hand 
        G                          Am 
And the way she quietly smiles whenever she looks at him. 
 
       Am                                        G 
But he only gets in to 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 
He 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 fallin' on the summerlea, and supper's