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Summer Wages

Ian Tyson
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Chords in this song

Strum
D-DU-UDU
 Intro
 Never hit seventeen
 When you play against  the dealer
 You know  that the odds
 Won't ride with you
 Never leave  your woman alone
 With your friends  around to steal her
 She'll be gambled  and gone
 Like summer wages
 And we'll keep rollin on
 Till we get to Vancouver
 And the lady that I love
 Shes living there
 Its been six long months
 And more since I've seen her
 Maybe she's gambled and gone
 Like summer wages
 (Chorus)
  In all the beer parlors
  All down  along Main Steet
  The dreams  of the season
  Are spilled  down on the floor
  All the big  stands of timber
  Wait  there just for fallin'
  The hookers  stand watchfully
  Waitin  by the door
 I'm going to work on them towboats
 With my slippery city shoes
 Lord I swore I would never do that again
 Through the great fog bound straights
 Where the cedars stand waitin
 I'll be lost and gone
 Like summer wages
 (Break - fiddle same as verse)
 (Chorus)
 Never hit seventeen
 When you play against the dealer
 You know that the odds
 Won't ride with you
 Never leave your woman alone
 With your friends around to steal her
 She'll be gambled and gone
 Like summer wages
And  the years are gambled and  lost
 Like summer wages

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Readable chord sheet for Summer Wages by Ian Tyson

Intro  [C]  [F]  [C]  [G]  [C]
Never hit [C]seventeen
When you play ag[F]ainst the dealer
You know[C] that the odds
Won't ride with you     [G]
Never le[C]ave your woman alone
With your friend[F]s around to steal her
She'll be gamble[C]d and gone
Like summer wages       [G]

And we'll keep rollin on
Till we get to Vancouver
And the lady that I love
Shes living there
Its been six long months
And more since I've seen her
Maybe she's gambled and gone
Like summer wages

(Chorus)[G]
        In all the beer parlors
        All down[F] along Main Stee[C]t
        The drea[C]ms of the season
        Are spil[F]led down on the floor      [G]
        All the big[G] stands of timber
        Wa[F]it there just for fallin'[C]
        The hook[C]ers stand watchfully
        Waiti[F]n by the door  [G]

I'm going to work on them towboats
With my slippery city shoes
Lord I swore I would never do that again
Through the great fog bound straights
Where the cedars stand waitin
I'll be lost and gone
Like summer wages
(Break - fiddle same as verse)

(Chorus)
Never hit seventeen
When you play against the dealer
You know that the odds
Won't ride with you
Never leave your woman alone
With your friends around to steal her
She'll be gambled and gone
Like summer wages
[F]And the years are gambled a[C]nd lost
Like summer wages     [G]        [C]               [G]                 [C]

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