Summer Wages
Ian Tyson

                         Never hit seventeen 
                         When you play against the dealer

                         For you know that the odds 
                         Won't ride with you, 
                         Never leave your woman alone 
                         When your friends are out to
                         steal her, 
                         Years are gambled and lost 
                         Like summer wages.

                         And we'll keep rollin' on 
                         'Til we get to Vancouver 
                         And that woman I love 
                         Who's living there, 
                         It's been six long months 
                         And more since I've seen her, 
                         Maybe gambled and gone 
                         Like summer wages.

                         In all the beer parlors 
                         All down along Main Street 
                         The dreams of the seasons 
                         Are spilled out on the floor, 
                         All the big stands of timber 
                         Just waiting for falling, 
                         And the hustlers 
                         Standing watchfully 
                         As they wait by the door.

                         So I'II work on the towboats 
                         With my slippery city shoes 
                         Which I swore I would never do
                         again, 
                         Through the great fog-bound
                         straits 
                         Where the cedars stand watching

                         I'll be off and gone 
                         Like summer wages.

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