Flea Market Girl

Lyrics

High above her head The light shines down For her brother Selfless is her brighter Smile that fills the room Now you can see A little better You find your eyes are open Wider to the world And that's chance that I never I never had before an Accidental stumble find On antique road Down past the butter farm It was Sunday when I found Flea market girl For one five-dollar bill Flea market girl You're an easy sale Flea market girl You could be my Steinbeck Pearl Flea market girl Have the Sunday news In a wood-stained box Is where I put her I drove down 101 to Have her home by noon And place her high Upon the mantle I never had before seen Such a graceful gypsy smile She plays the tambourine With my guitar It was Sunday when I found Flea market girl For one five-dollar bill Flea market girl You're an easy sale Flea market girl You could be my Steinbeck Pearl Flea market girl