Summer Wages
Written by Ian Tyson
Chord-chart by Lynn Lewis




|G / / / |C / / Never hit seven-teen when you play a-gainst the dealer, / |G / Am / |D / / / For you know - that the odds won't ride with you, |G / / / |C / / And never leave your woman a-lone when your friends are out to steal her, / |G / Am / |D / G / | Years are gambled - and lost like summer wa - ges.


And we'll keep rollin' on 'til we get to Vancouver, And the woman that I love who's living there, It's been six long months and more since I've seen her, She may be gambled and gone like summer wages.


|D / / / |C / G / And all the beer taverns - all down a-long Young Street, |G / / / |C / G / The dreams of the seasons are all spilled down on the floor, |D / / / |C / G / All the big stands of timber - just waiting - for falling, |G / / / |C / G / | And the hustlers sitting watch-fully as they wait there by the door.


So I'll work on the towboats In my slippery city shoes, Which I swore I would never do again, Through the worst fogbound straits where the cedars stand watching, I'll be far off and gone like summer wages.


Ah, she's a woman so fine I may never try to find her, For good memories of what we had before, They should never be changed for they're all that I'll take with me, Now I've gambled and lost my summer wages.


Years are gambled and lost like summer wages.

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