Album: 11 Transistor
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