Flea Market Girl

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