Ian Tyson - Summer Wages

      Summer Wages


D                             G
Never hit seventeen, when you play against the dealer
    D             Bm                   A
You know that the odds won't ride with you...
          D                                 G
And never leave your woman alone, when your friends are out to steal her
          D           Bm               A   D
Years are gambled and lost like summer wages

D                                 G
And we'll keep rollin on, 'til we get to Vancouver
        D           Bm                 A
And the lady that I love, she's living there
          D                   G
It's been six long months and more since I've seen her
       D           Bm                A   D
Maybe  gambled and gone, like summer wages

Chorus:
   A                         G          D
In all the beer parlors, all down along main street
                  Bm               G                   D
The dreams of the seasons, get all spilled down on the floor
        A                          G               D
All the big stands of timber, just waiting for the falling
                         Bm           G              A
And the hookers standing watchfully , waiting by the door

        D                             G
So I'll work on the towboats, with my slippery city shoes
             D             Bm       A
Which lord I swore I would never do again...
            D                                 G
Through the gray fog bound straits, where the cedars stand a watching
         D           Bm                A   D
 I'll be far off and gone, like summer wages



Chorus:
   A                         G          D
In all the beer parlors, all down along main street
                  Bm               G                   D
The dreams of the seasons, get all spilled down on the floor
        A                          G               D
All the big stands of timber, just waiting for the falling
                         Bm           G              A
And the hookers standing watchfully , waiting by the door

      D                       G
Never hit seventeen, when you play against the dealer
    D             Bm                   A
You know that the odds won't ride with you...
          D                                  G
And never leave your woman alone, when your friends are out to steal her
            D           Bm               A   D
Years  are  gambled and lost like summer wages X 2

Tabbed by  Thom Christmann