Night time's falling on the summerlea   and suppers getting cold.   Its 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.   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.   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 real good time out there.      But he only gets into 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 pores of his hat.   Hes been out in the rain most of the night   and ought to be getting back.   His 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.   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 of times    before, but never quite like this.      Night time's falling on the summerlea   and suppers getting cold.