Cifra de Summerlea - Fred Eaglesmith
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Primeiro acorde: D 5 acordes identificados
(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.
It's the second time in as many weeks he hasn't shown.
He's probably chasin' some old steer across some prairie storm.
And when she asks him, he'll just shrug and say "That's the way things go."
But he only gets in to town twice a month and he gets out as fast as he can.
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.
Am G
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, worse than that, he won't care.
And when she asks him, he'll just smile, he had a real good time out there.
But he only gets in to town twice a month and he gets out as fast as he can.
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.
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 gettin' back.
He's been thinkin' 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 in to town twice a month and he gets out as fast as he can.
He don't have a phone so he can't call her up and he never knows where she is.
He 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 of times before, but never quite like this.
Am G Am
Night time's fallin' on the summerlea, and supper's